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Third Eye

de TOOL

See, I think drugs have done some good things for us, I really do
And if you don't believe drugs have done good things for us, do me a favor
Go home tonight and take all your albums, all your tapes, and all your CDs and burn 'em
'Cause you know what? The musicians who've made all that great music
That's enhanced your lives throughout the years were real fucking high on drugs

Today a young man on acid realized
That all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration
That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively
There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream
And we are the imagination of ourselves
Here's tom with the weather

It's not a war on drugs, it's a war on personal freedom, that's what it is, okay?
Keep that in mind at all times, thank you

Dreaming of that face again
It's bright and blue and shimmering
Grinning wide
And comforting me with its three warm and wild eyes

On my back and tumbling
Down that hole and back again (and back again)
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye

In, out, in, out, in, out

A child's rhyme stuck in my head
It said that life is but a dream
I've spent so many years in question
To find I've known this all along

So good to see you
I've missed you so much
So glad it's over
I've missed you so much
Came out to watch you play
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play
Why are you running?

Shrouding all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me
Black as holes within a memory
And blue as our new second Sun
I stick my hand into the shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been
I do not recognize the vessel
But the eyes seem so familiar
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song

So good to see you
I've missed you so much
So glad it's over
I've missed you so much
Came out to watch you play
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play
Why are you running away?

Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye

So good to see you once again
I thought that you were hiding
And you thought that I had run away
Chasing the tail of dogma

I opened my eye, I opened my eye
I opened my eye and there we were
I opened my eye, I opened my eye
I opened my eye and there we were

So good to see you once again
I thought that you were hiding from me
And you thought that I had run away
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason

Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye
Prying open my third eye

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