| 作词 : Tool | |
| And the angel of the lord came unto me. Snatching me up from my place of slumber, and took me on | |
| high, and higher still until we moved through the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a | |
| vast farmland of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom arose from the | |
| soil. One thousand, nay, a million voices full of fear. And terror possessed me then. And I begged： | |
| 'Angel of the lord, what are these tortured screams?' And the angel said unto me：'These are the cries | |
| of the carrots. The cries of the carrot. You see, reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day, and to | |
| them, it is the holocaust.' And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat with the tears of one million | |
| terrified brothers and roared: 'Hear me now, I have seen the light. They have a consciousness! They | |
| have a life! They have a soul. Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses. Save our brothers. Can I get an | |
| amen. Can I get a haleluia. Thank you, Jesus.' | |
| This is necessary. | |
| Life feeds on life. | |
| It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky. That made blue be your | |
| color. You had your knife there with you, too. When you stood up, there was goo all over your | |
| clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh, | |
| lord, why did everything have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your | |
| head hurt, and it rang when you stood up. Your head was amost empty. It always hurt you when you | |
| woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch, onto your gravel road, and you began to walk, | |
| waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You could see the car parked far down the | |
| road, and you walked toward it. If god is our father, you thought, then Satan must be our cousin. Why | |
| didn't anyone else understand these important things. When you got to your car, you tried all the doors. | |
| They were locked. It was a red car, and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case | |
| laying on the seat. Out across your field you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You | |
| began to walk towards them. Now red was your color. And of course, those little people out there | |
| were yours, too. |
| zuo ci : Tool | |
| And the angel of the lord came unto me. Snatching me up from my place of slumber, and took me on | |
| high, and higher still until we moved through the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a | |
| vast farmland of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom arose from the | |
| soil. One thousand, nay, a million voices full of fear. And terror possessed me then. And I begged: | |
| ' Angel of the lord, what are these tortured screams?' And the angel said unto me:' These are the cries | |
| of the carrots. The cries of the carrot. You see, reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day, and to | |
| them, it is the holocaust.' And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat with the tears of one million | |
| terrified brothers and roared: ' Hear me now, I have seen the light. They have a consciousness! They | |
| have a life! They have a soul. Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses. Save our brothers. Can I get an | |
| amen. Can I get a haleluia. Thank you, Jesus.' | |
| This is necessary. | |
| Life feeds on life. | |
| It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky. That made blue be your | |
| color. You had your knife there with you, too. When you stood up, there was goo all over your | |
| clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh, | |
| lord, why did everything have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your | |
| head hurt, and it rang when you stood up. Your head was amost empty. It always hurt you when you | |
| woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch, onto your gravel road, and you began to walk, | |
| waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You could see the car parked far down the | |
| road, and you walked toward it. If god is our father, you thought, then Satan must be our cousin. Why | |
| didn' t anyone else understand these important things. When you got to your car, you tried all the doors. | |
| They were locked. It was a red car, and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case | |
| laying on the seat. Out across your field you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You | |
| began to walk towards them. Now red was your color. And of course, those little people out there | |
| were yours, too. |
| zuò cí : Tool | |
| And the angel of the lord came unto me. Snatching me up from my place of slumber, and took me on | |
| high, and higher still until we moved through the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a | |
| vast farmland of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom arose from the | |
| soil. One thousand, nay, a million voices full of fear. And terror possessed me then. And I begged: | |
| ' Angel of the lord, what are these tortured screams?' And the angel said unto me:' These are the cries | |
| of the carrots. The cries of the carrot. You see, reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day, and to | |
| them, it is the holocaust.' And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat with the tears of one million | |
| terrified brothers and roared: ' Hear me now, I have seen the light. They have a consciousness! They | |
| have a life! They have a soul. Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses. Save our brothers. Can I get an | |
| amen. Can I get a haleluia. Thank you, Jesus.' | |
| This is necessary. | |
| Life feeds on life. | |
| It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky. That made blue be your | |
| color. You had your knife there with you, too. When you stood up, there was goo all over your | |
| clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh, | |
| lord, why did everything have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your | |
| head hurt, and it rang when you stood up. Your head was amost empty. It always hurt you when you | |
| woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch, onto your gravel road, and you began to walk, | |
| waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You could see the car parked far down the | |
| road, and you walked toward it. If god is our father, you thought, then Satan must be our cousin. Why | |
| didn' t anyone else understand these important things. When you got to your car, you tried all the doors. | |
| They were locked. It was a red car, and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case | |
| laying on the seat. Out across your field you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You | |
| began to walk towards them. Now red was your color. And of course, those little people out there | |
| were yours, too. |
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