Já, eins og þið sáuð kanski hérna þá semur Maynard James Keenan alveg rosalega flotta og tilfiningamikla texta sem oft tengjast móður hanns sem lamaðist og dó, hérna kemur annar þar sem hann er að segja að hún eigi ekki að treysta svona mikið á gvuð þar sem hann hefur ekki gert það mikið fyrir hana.


[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23eZMdixAuk

You're such an inspiration for ways
That i will never ever choose to be.
Oh so many ways for me to show you
How your savior has abandoned you.

Thank(fuck) your god.
Your lord, your christ
He did this,
Took all you had
And left you this way.
Still you pray, never stray,
Never taste of the fruit.
Never thought to question why.

It's not like you killed someone.
It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side.
Praise the one who left you
Broken down and paralyzed.
He did it all for you.
He did it all for you.

Oh so many ways for me to show you
How your dogma has abandoned you.
Pray to your christ, to your god.
Never taste of the fruit,
Never stray, never break,
Never choke on a lie,
Even though he's the one who did this to you
Never thought to question why.

It's not like you killed someone.
It's not like you drove a spiteful spear into his side.
Talk to jesus christ as if he knows the reasons why
He did this all to you.

He did it all for you.
He did it all for you.


Já já, ég geri mér grein fyrir því að þetta er ekki rómantískur texti en þetta er texti með boðskap og meiningu, hann Maynard lagði sig allan í þetta og kom þetta frábærlega út