h/erase

h/Érase

h/Érase

by Tool

Illustrado por

zursoif

What’s coming through is alive.

What’s holding up is a mirror.

But what’s singing songs is a snake Looking to turn my piss to wine.

They’re both totally void of hate, But killing me just the same.

The snake behind me hisses What my damage could have been.

My blood before me begs me Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again.

Considerately.

Venomous voice, tempts me, Drains me, bleeds me, Leaves me cracked and empty.

Drags me down like some sweet gravity.

The snake behind me hisses What my damage could have been.

My blood before me begs me Open up my heart again.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again now.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again now.

I am too connected to you To slip away, fade away.

Days away I still feel you Touching me, changing me, Considerately killing me.

Without the skin here, Beneath the storm.

Under these tears now, The walls came down.

And as the snake is drowned And as I look in his eyes, My fear begins to fade Recalling all of those times.

I could have cried then.

I should have cried then.

And as the walls come down And as I look in your eyes My fear begins to fade Recalling all of the times I have died and will die.

It’s all right.

(I don’t mind) I am too connected to you To slip away, fade away.

Days away I still feel you Touching me, changing me, Considerately killing me.

What’s coming through is alive. Érase lo que fue... ...y los recuerdos que de eso quedan.

What’s holding up is a mirror.

Looking to turn my piss to wine.

But what’s singing songs is a snake

Esto es lo único que recuerdo.

They’re both totally void of hate,

Colores.

Fragmentos.

But killing me just the same.

The snake behind me hisses

No muchos lugares.

What my damage could have been.

Open up my heart again.

My blood before me begs me

Sensaciones.

A veces olores.

Nombres.

El inicio es siempre confuso.

And I feel this coming over like a storm again.

Sonidos.

Considerately.

El final, el final no se sabe quĂŠ es.

Venomous voice, tempts me,

No sĂŠ si era yo...

Drains me, bleeds me,

...o lo que me dijeron.

Leaves me cracked and empty.

Lo que soy...

Ser.

...lo que quiero ser.

Érase lo que fue...

...y los recuerdos que de eso quedan.

Drags me down like some sweet gravity.

The snake behind me hisses What my damage could have been (...)

h/Érase

by Tool

Illustrado por

zursoif

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