Metaphor for a missing moment
Pull me in to your perfect Circle
Thought I was high, thought I was free
I was wrong, this changes everything
You're breathing so I guess you're still alive
Even if signs seem to tell me otherwise
Stimulation numbs me
Boredom is not a burden anyone should bare
Threw you the obvious just to see if there's more behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel, eyes of a tragedy
And I'm praying for rain
I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give away
I wanna watch it all go down
If consequences dictate my course of action
Then I should play God and just shoot you myself
You're such an inspiration
For the ways that I will never ever choose to be
One womb. One shape. One resolve.
Free yourself from yourself.
Let me in.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.
Come down, get off your fucking cross
We need the fucking space to nail the next fool martyr

(A Perfect Circle & Tool)

~Keith Loines~