RiseToYourHalo
09-05-2009, 02:25 PM
While listening to Pushit yesterday, I started thinking in Tool lyrics again. This string wafted out of an experience of a recent Tool show…
Is he pushing it?
Was he pushed and shoved into this tour?
Put somewhere he doesn’t want to be?
Seeing someplace he doesn’t want to see?
Is he ready to choke this old, worn out baby?
Trade it in for a little piece of mind?
Is he staring down the gap that will separate Tool?
His movement is minimized
The show faded like a sigh
It’s like his fucking throat is torn away
Some are begging him to stay
He’s managed to push some away
But who are we to judge and strike him down
He is but our own reflection
We still love him and will pushit on him
Don’t be terrified of what may come
It will end some other day.
...Just push the envelope
And welcome any change, my friend.
Is he pushing it?
Was he pushed and shoved into this tour?
Put somewhere he doesn’t want to be?
Seeing someplace he doesn’t want to see?
Is he ready to choke this old, worn out baby?
Trade it in for a little piece of mind?
Is he staring down the gap that will separate Tool?
His movement is minimized
The show faded like a sigh
It’s like his fucking throat is torn away
Some are begging him to stay
He’s managed to push some away
But who are we to judge and strike him down
He is but our own reflection
We still love him and will pushit on him
Don’t be terrified of what may come
It will end some other day.
...Just push the envelope
And welcome any change, my friend.