danny carey / membranophones             paul d'amour / bottom feeder

maynard james keenan / mästresticator         adam jones / bastardometer

En la canción "bottom" aparece Henry Rollins
 
 
 
 
 
 

          INTOLERANCE

            I don't want to be hostile.
             I don't want to be dismal.
But I don't want to rot in an apathetic existance either.
                  See
               I want to believe you,
                and I want to trust
  and I want to have faith to put away the dagger.

           But you lie, cheat, and steal.
                      And yet
                  I tolerate you.
      Veil of virtue hung to hide your method
         while I smile and laugh and dance
          and sing your praise and glory.
     Shroud of virtue hung to mask your stigma
           as I smile and laugh and dance
                and sing your glory
                     while you
               lie, cheat, and steal.
              How can I tolerate you.

               Our guilt,our blame ,
           I've been far too sympathetic.
               Our blood, our fault.
           I've been far too sympathetic.

                 I am not innocent.
               You are not innocent.
                 Noone is innocent.

           I will no longer tolerate you
         Even if I must go down beside you.
                      Because,
                 Noone is innocent.
 
 
 
 

        PRISON SEX

  It took so long to remember just what happened.
          I was so young and vestal then,
                you know it hurt me,
    but I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive
      even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.

              I've got my hands bound, 

      Do unto others what has been done to you

                I'm treading water,
              I need to sleep a while.
     My lamb and martyre, you look so precious.
            Won't you come a bit closer,
          close enough so I can smell you.
              I need you to feel this,
          I can't stand to burn too long.
              Released in this sodomy.
          For one sweet moment I am whole.

     Do unto you now what has been done to me.

   You're breathing so I guess you're still alive
      even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
         Won't you come just a bit closer,
          close enough so I can smell you.
              I need you to feel this.
           I need this to make me whole.
          There's release in this sodomy.
             For I am your witness that
          blood and flesh can be trusted.
And only this one holy medium brings me piece of mind.

       Got your hands bound, your head down,
                 your eyes closed.
             You look so precious now.

 I have found some kind of temporary sanity in this
          shit blood and cum on my hands.

            I've come round full circle.
    My lamb and martyr, this will be over soon.
               You look so precious.
 
 

Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can't we drink forever.
I just want to start things over.
 
 

Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can't we sleep forever.
I just want to start things over.

                       BOTTOM
 

  My compassion is broken now.  My will is eroded,
  and my desire stolen and it makes me feel ugly.
            I'm on my knees and burning.
My piss and moans are the fuel that set my head on fire.
             So  smell my soul burning.
     I'm broken,  looking up to see the enemy.
    I have swallowed the poison you feed me ...
               but I survive on it ,
and it leaves me guilt fed,  hatred fed,  weakness fed..
         and I feel ugly, and dead inside.

            Shit adds up at the bottom.

* "You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuild  what's broken. Too much , too far , too late to lie down now. I must arm myself to fight you by making weapons out of my imperfections. It's all I have left. There's no other choice. I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and noone now. But my soul must be iron for my fear is naked. I'm naked and fearless."

** "If I let you, you would make me destroy myself. In order to survive you, I must first survive myself. I can sink no further, and I cannot forgive you. There's no choice but to confront you, to engage you, to erase you. I've gone to great lengths to expand my threshold of pain. I will use my mistakes against you. There is no other choice.
Shameless now. Nameless now. Nothing now. No one now. But my soul must be iron, 'cause my fear is naked. I'm naked and fearless, and my fear is naked."

But I'm dead inside.
You see.. shit adds up, now I'm dead inside.
Hatred, weakness, and guilt keep me alive at the bottom.
 

* Esto es lo que Maynard canta en directo
** Es lo que Henry Rollins canta en el disco
 

   CRAWL AWAY
 

             You crawled away from me.
               Slipped away from me.
               I tried to keep ahold,
         but there was nothing I could say.
              You slid and crept away
         and there was nothing I could say.
            So what you're trying to say
              is you don't wanna play.
        But what you want and what you need
              doesn't mean fuck to me.

      Because I can see your back is turning.
         If I could I'd stick the knife in.

                   This is love.
              This is my love for you.

                      Get up.

                        Now.

                 Say you won't go.

        Got you in a stranglehold, baby.
        Get up, get up, get up now
 
 

    SWAMP SONG
 

             My warning meant nothing.
            You're dancing in quicksand.
    Why don't you watch where you're wandering?
    Why don't you watch where you're stumbling?
       You're wading knee deep and going in.
         And you may never come back again.

     This bog is thick and easy to get lost in
 when you're a stupid,dumb ass, beligerant fucker.

             I hope it sucks you down.

              Wander in and wandering.
             Noone even invited you in.
        But still you stumble in stumbling.
                    So suffocate
             or get out while you can.

              Noone told you to come.

             I hope it sucks you down.
 
 
 
 

     UNDERTOW

               gone under two times.
       I've been struck dumb by a voice that
                  speaks from deep
           beneath the cold black water.
           It's twice as clear as heaven,
            and twice as loud as reason.
     It's deep and rich like silt on a riverbed
             and just as undisturbing.
  the currents mouth below me opens up around me.
     suggests and beckons all while swallowing.
    It surrounds and drowns and sweeps me away.

     But I'm so comfortable...Too comfortable.

          shut up shut up shut up shut up
          shut up shut up shut up shut up
                you're saturating me
          So how could I let this bring me
        back to my knees again again again

             under for the third time.
         I've been baptized by your voice.
  it screams from deep beneath the endless water.
          and it's half as high as heaven
            and half as clear as reason.
 it's cold and and black like silt on the riverbed.
              But I'm so comfortable.
                Far too comfortable.
               Why don't you kill me,
        I'm weak and numb and insignificant,
             and I'm back on my knees.
                 lost in euphoria.
        I'm back down.  I'm in the undertow.
      I'm helpless and awake in the undertow.
           I'll die within your undertow.
It seems there's no other way out of this undertow.

                     euphoria.
 

         4 DEGREES

      Get up and free yourself from yourself.

               Locked up inside you,
           like the calm beneath castles,
           is a cavern of treasures that
                 noone has been to.
                 Let's go digging.
         Bring it out to take you back in.

        You won't do what you'd like to do.
     Lay back and let me show you another way.
           I'll kill what you want me to,
            take what's left and eat it.
                Take all or nothing.
       Life's just too short to push it away.
                    Take it all.
                  Take it all in.
                  All the way in.
                     Let it go.
                   Let it go in.
      You won't feel what you'd like to feel.
     Lay back and let me show you another way.

    If you knock me down I'll come back running,
                  knock you down,
                it won't be long now
                  All the way in.
                    All the way.
                 Take it up higher.
                 4 degrees warmer.
                    Give in now
                   and let me in.
                You'll like this in
                 Don't pull it out.
              It brings us closer than
            dying and cancer and crying.
                     Come on .
                You can take it all.
                  Just like that.
 
 
 

        FLOOD

               Here comes the water.

           All I knew and all I believed
                are crumbling images
             that no longer comfort me.
         I scramble to reach higher ground,
               some order and sanity,
             or somthing to comfort me.

   So I take what is mine,and hold what is mine,
   suffocate what is mine, and bury what's mine.
              Soon the water will come
              and claim what is mine.
              I must leave it behind,
           and climb to a new place now.

  This ground is not the rock I thought it to be.

           Thought I was high, and free.
               I thought I was there
                  divine destiny.

                    I was wrong.
              This changes everything.

           The water is rising up on me.
       Thought the sun would come deliver me,
    but the truth has come to punish me instead.

    The ground is breaking down right under me.
                Cleanse and purge me
                   in the water.
 
 
 
 
 

      DISGUSTIPATED
 

 And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching
   me up from my place of slumber. And took me on
    high, and higher still until we moved to the
  spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me
  into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as
  we descended, cries of impending doom rose from
 the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full
    of fear. And terror possesed me then. And I
     begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these
   tortured screams?" And the angel said unto me,
 "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of
  the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow
  is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust."
   And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat
  like the tears of one million terrified brothers
  and roared, "Hear me now, I have seen the light!
 They have a consciousness, they have a life, they
    have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear
  glasses! Save our brothers!" Can I get an amen?
     Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Jesus.

   Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life
                 feeds on........
                This is necessary.

  It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch.
 You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be
 your color. You had your knife there with you too.
   When you stood up there was goo all over your
 clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on
 your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord,
  why did everything always have to keep changing
 like this. You were already getting nervous again.
 Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your
 head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you
   woke up like this. You crawled up out of your
   ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk,
 waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to
 you. You can see the car parked far down the road
 and you walked toward it. "If God is our Father,"
 you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why
   didn't anyone else understand these important
   things? You got to your car and tried all the
  doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it
   was new. There was an expensive leather camera
  case laying on the seat. Out across your field,
   you could see two tiny people walking by your
 woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was
 your color and, of course, those little people out
               there were yours too.