Descending

Tool – Descending

Free fall through our midnight,
This epilogue of our own fable,
Heedless in our slumber,
Floating nescient we,
Free fall through this boundlessness,
This madness,
Of our own making.

Falling isn’t flying,
Floating isn’t infinite.

Come our end suddenly,
All hail our lethargy,
Concede suddenly,
To the quickened dissolution,
Pray we mitigate the ruin,
Calling all to arms and order.

Drifting through this boundlessness,
This madness of our own making.

Sound our dire reveille,
Rouse all from our apathy,
Lest we,
Cease to be.

Stir us from our,
Wanton slumber,
Mitigate our ruin,
Call us all to arms and order.

Sound the dread alarm,
Through our primal body,
Sound the reveille,
To be or not to be.

Rise,
Stay the grand finale,
Stay the reading of our swan song and epilogue.

One drive to stay alive,
It’s elementary,
Muster every fiber,
Mobilize,
Stay alive.

Stir us from our,
Wanton slumber,
Mitigate our ruin,
Call us all to arms and order.


Songwriters: Maynard James Keenan / Adam Jones / Daniel Carey / Justin Gunner Chancello
Descending lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc

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