This one goes out to my good friend Kat

I read a book about the self
Said I should get expensive help
Go fix my head, create some wealth
Put my neurosis on a shelf
But I don't care for myself
I don't care

Placebo, Blue American

Heed

Blast your feverish skin
Let me jump right in
You know I'd kill for peace
Become glittering nude
Make it sound that rude
And you know you will appease

The real issue of this dance
Is not passion or romance
It's the unexpected clash of bodies
They bleed and they hurt
After death and from their birth
And in the space there is in all this

I expect you to comply
And don't take too much time
Burning walls in the way to outer space
Don't you dare to be sad
Or cry away from this bed
Emotions are too cumbersome of a maze

Another walk, another year
Cold sweat just disappears
As the scent of lovers gone fades away
I'm senseless, I am cold
On the way to getting old
I'll own you in the night to feel the day

So long

He had a lot to say. He had a lot of nothing to say. We'll miss him. We're gonna miss him.
So long. We wish you well. You told us how you weren't afraid to die.
Well then, so long. Don't cry. Or feel too down. Not all martyrs see divinity. But at least you tried.
Standing above the crowd he had a voice that was strong and loud. We'll miss him.
Ranting and pointing his finger at everything but his heart. We'll miss him. We're gonna miss him.
No way to recall what it was that you had said to me, like I care at all. So loud. You sure could yell. You took a stand on every little thing and so loud.
Standing above the crowd, he had a voice so strong and loud and I swallowed his façade cuz I'm so eager to identify with someone above the ground, someone who seemed to feel the same, someone prepared to lead the way, with someone who would die for me.
Will you? Will you now? Would you die for me?
Don't you fuckin' lie. Don't you step out of line. Don't you fuckin lie.
You've claimed all this time that you would die for me. Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy?
He had a lot to say. He had a lot of nothing to say. Come down. Get off your fuckin cross. We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr. To ascend you must die. You must be crucified for your sins and your lies. Goodbye...

- Tool, Eulogy

Intelligence

is a lonely place.