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“Sober” by Tool

There’s a shadow just behind me,
Shrouding every step I take,
Making every promise empty,
Pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking butler
Who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the path of “must we”
Just because the son has come.

Jesus, won’t you fucking whistle
Something but the past is done?
Jesus, won’t you fucking whistle
Something but the past is done?

Why can’t we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can’t we drink forever.
I just want to start this over.

I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you
Just enough to bring you down.

Mother Mary won’t you whisper
Something but the past is done.
Mother Mary won’t you whisper
Something but the past is done.

Why can’t we not be sober?
Just want to start this over.
Why can’t we sleep forever.
I just want to start this over.

I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave,
Trust me [x5]

Why can’t we not be sober?
Just want to start things over.
Why can’t we sleep forever.
I just want to start this over.

I want what I want [x4]

Some gems from marching band so far:

“Bad and naughty children are put in the wind circle to atone for their crimes.”

“PIT STOPS FOR NO ONE!”

“MarimBAE.”

The endless ideas for stupid jazz chart titles. (’No Twerking During Stretches’, ‘Ring Toss Prophecy Child’, and ‘Secret Cowboy/Secret Swordfighter,’ among others.)

“Keenan (drum major) is our mom.” “Mom can we have spaghetti for dinner?” (everyone in the room) “MOM’S SPAGHETTI” (Keenan) “ALL OF YOU SHUT UP Cody is my favorite anyway”

The pit hype squid hat.

“Maybe the real tempo was the friends we made along the way.”

“Saxy Jakob.”

Team screaming exercises.

(Some kid who had to take their guages out to perform) “You wanna see me put my fingers throught the holes?”

(At the end of a competition with all different the bands on the field) All 16 of the sousas are playing the bassline to Uptown Funk. Now they are playing the Jaws theme.

(While making one word stories) “Rotating racist round rabbis enjoy screaming daddy with a llama in their anus.”

“Become the triplet cowboys!”

“Everyone in band has daddy issues.”

“*blah blah blah* Satan-” “Saltine!” “What” “I call Satan Saltine.” (some kid who just walked in) “Who’s salty?”

“Where are we starting?” “At the top of the bigadigas.”

Naming all of the instruments in the pit. All of them.

“Alec quit.” (like everyone) “Finally”

“The only bad thing about marching band is the 5,000 pound gong I have to move.”

(About the 5,000 pound gong) “Well, this is staying here until tomorrow. And by tomorrow I mean next year.”

Drumline screaming and running to their places every time we reset.

“FEAR MY URETHRA”

“Yes pit master Lauren.”

“So how’s your dad?” “Ehh” “Still a massive dick, huh?”