Interpret:

Tool

Album:

Aenima

He had a lot to say 
He had a lot of nothing to say 
We'll miss him 
I'll miss him 
He had a lot to say 
He had a lot of nothing to say 
We'll miss him 
I'll miss him 
We're gonna miss him 
We're gonna miss him 


It's so long now 
We wish you well 
You told us how you weren't afraid to die 
Well so long 
Don't cry 
Or feel too down 
Not all martyrs see divinity 
But at least you tried 


Standing above the crowd 
He had a voice that was strong and loud 
We'll miss him 
I'll miss him 
Ranting and pointing his finger 
At everything but his heart 
We'll miss him 
I'll miss him 
We're gonna miss him 
We're gonna miss him 


There's no way 
To recall 
What it was that you had said to me 
Like I care at all 
But it was so loud 
You sure could yell 
You took a stand on every little thing 
And so loud 


Standing above the crowd 
He had a voice that was strong and loud and I 
Swallowed his facade 'cause I'm so 
Eager to identify with 
Someone above the ground 
Someone who seemed to feel the same 
Someone prepared to lead the way and 
Someone who would die for me 


Will you? 
Will you now? 
Would you die for me? 
Don't you fuckin' lie 
Don't you step outta line 
Don't you step outta line 
Don't you step outta line 
Don't you fuckin' lie 


You've claimed all this time 
That you would die for me 
Why then are you so surprised 
When you hear your own eulogy? 


He had a lot to say 
He had a lot of nothing to say 
He had a lot to say 
He had a lot of nothing to say 


Come down 
Get off your fuckin' cross 
We need the fuckin' space 
To nail the next fool martyr 


To ascend, you must die 
You must be crucified 
For our sins and our lies 
Goodbye