“I’ve been crawling on my belly Clearing out what could’ve been I’ve been wallowing in my own confused And insecure delusions For a piece to cross me over Or a word to guide me in I want to feel the changes coming down I want to know what I’ve been hiding In my shadow My shadow Change is coming through my shadow My shadow’s Shedding skin I’ve been picking My scabs again ... I choose to live and to Grow, take and give and to Move, learn and love and to Cry, kill and die and to Be paranoid and to Lie, hate and fear and to Do what it takes to move through ... See my shadow changing Stretching up and over me Soften this old armor Hoping I can clear the way by Stepping through my shadow Coming out the other side Step into the shadow Forty six and two are just ahead of me”
— Maynard James Keenan
“I’m going under and this time I fear there’s no one to save me. This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy. I need somebody to heal. Somebody to know. Somebody to have. Somebody to hold. It’s easy to say. But it’s never the same. I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain Now the day bleeds. Into nightfall. And you’re not here. To get me through it all. I let my guard down. And then you pulled the rug. I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved. I’m going under and this time I fear there’s no one to turn to. This all or nothing way of loving got me sleeping without you. Now, I need somebody to know. Somebody to heal. Somebody to have. Just to know how it feels. It’s easy to say but it’s never the same. I guess I kinda liked the way you helped me escape.”
