well, how bout lyrics to my disease? its more fun, and can be listened to by addicts here! hey maybe its the wrong thread but these lyrics ARE directed at my disease as I hear the music. This is the fucking music i used to get clean off H. and it REALLY helped, especially if I sung it silently to myself as I read these lyrics. I'm clean and partial thanks to Tool.
Tool-Bottom(small part of it)
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.
theres no choice but to confront you, to engage you, to
Erase you. Ive gone to great lengths to expand my threshold of pain. I will use my mistakes against You. there is no other choice.
Tool- The Patient
A groan of tedium escapes me,
Startling the fearful.
Is this a test? It has to be,
Otherwise I can't go on.
Draining patience, drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.
But I'm still right here
Giving blood, keeping faith
And I'm still right here.
Wait it out,
Gonna wait it out,
Be patient (wait it out).
If there were no desire to heal
A damaged and broken man along
This tedious path I've chosen here
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may ... [sigh] ... I still may.
Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this.
And if there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may.
Gonna wait it out.
Tool- H
What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn this 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.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
Without the skin,
Beneath the storm,
Under these tears
The walls came down.
And 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, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.
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Sorry if it seems off topic, but it isn't for me. These are my letters to my addiction, and my attempts to understand it and defeat it. I believe these were Maynard's 'letters' to his H addiction he once had supposedly. Or whoever wrote it. These sum up my thoughts as well as they have given me new thoughts about the addiction.
Addicts, please download these songs, listen to them. Eventually they got through to me more and more. Won't work for everyone. But I hope I can help someone with this post.