My guardian Let down your wings And slowly walk Towards me Your face Is numb Im sinking below your soul Drift me above Show me the way Which way do i go? Why are you running again Its dark, im cold and i cant see anything Your gone Im lost inside Tonight Without a light Turn it on turn it up It's getting hot I am done Washed away My hands are dirty with your sins
FIRST PRINCIPLES Some people collect sea shells. I particularly enjoy the ones that spiral into a pink cake decoration. They communicate something quite differently when turned to the side of their natural opening. Only when the rush of cultural shame catches up to a bawdy imagination must one speak into them like a pay phone. The joke is a poor cover that fools no one. I have an aunt that collects broaches. She's big on turquoise. Yet jasper signifies a higher respect she has for her company. My partiality is not hid when she breaks out the amethyst. These jeweled bugs can hang from sweaters, blazers, or blouses. The rule seems to be that you are suppose to look without making a production. For some strange reason a direct complement is a misstep in social ballet. If the broach sparkles, you must tell her that she sparkles instead, and it will be well received. A shopkeeper one block down from us collects guns. He has more than the sheriff's department. It's not offensive because they are antiques. All of them operable, but more in the way of show pieces. There is a bit of rudeness that can easily dislodge charming discourse around decorative weapons. Never bring up the lethality of a collector's pistols. Etiquette demands a certain amount of silence around the obvious. Skilled conversationalists may approach the very edge of marksmanship, but then go no further. It is not lost on my awareness that stamps are a popular item, but I am not familiar with persons that go about collecting stamps. Time is obliged to produce a humorous tragedy of accidental utility. It is inevitable. One of their own must have looked high and low for missing postage of iconic value, only to realize the bills were paid in a distracted haze. And what of the institutions that collect us like marbles or playing cards? What is a right answer to the glass casing of our humanity? It is to rock back and forth on shelves of needless organization. Do not be hoarded. Create an accident. Genius is nothing more than stumbling back into original use.
The four horses have left the stable Their rider are dressed in shadows Lead by the fury of heaven and hell Looking for the ones who deserve What is coming with the still of night The blood will spill and flow like rivers When judgement begins to swallow the land And the light is consumed by eternal darkness Suffocation is slow when facing seconds of retribution for wicked worldly ways Sounds of something shaking the earth is making the skin crawl Onto to your belly for dear life
skin beggining to melt peeled my eyelids off have I scrapped enough of myself away to regain sanity can't hear the call didn't get there quick enough couldn't pull you out cut off the hands that pray in exchange for hands that don't bleed sacrifice nothing left to lose how many times was there ever an end Is this illusion of peace all there is solitude a path to destruction shall I bear the brunt drag my feet till they bleed or retreat and live in fear...
You would be fool hearty to think you could Pull guard on me, and stop the blows coming Dont be a Brat, you know youre too Snotty, dont let my elbow make your nose Bloody We can make it happen when no ones around, and tell nobody It's all fun and games till we hit the ground, and your not so Gumby I'm not just a Tool, Im a MultiTool and I get shit done, while I Jam to Jambi
skin beggining to melt peeled my eyelids off have I scrapped enough of myself away to regain sanity can't hear the call didn't get there quick enough couldn't pull you out cut off the hands that pray in exchange for hands that don't bleed sacrifice nothing left to lose how many times was there ever an end Is this illusion of peace all there is solitude a path to destruction shall I bear the brunt drag my feet till they bleed or retreat and live in fear silent screams bitten tongues a craving for the sweet taste of many a poison shackles nails that Kiss flesh weighed down by the unbreakable chains of fate sell your faith for a way out familiar exits that lead nowhere tragedy the coiled hands of time have begun to slip dust ash are all that follow on this road to redemption seek as you may but heed the warnings those before you did not or your path will be the same. voice of reason silenced by ambition that demands an audience will you listen or turn back before its to late times almost up.
all my friends favor my my vices its awfully High up here should I come down or stay where I'm comfortable I hear them screaming from Below but my ears are closed I'm listening for the final note of this symphony of pain I've been front row to since the moment I took my first breath I held my hands together and I prayed but it seems either god cannot hear me or I'm praying to someone that doesn't exist have I let my mind Morph and shift into an entity so hideous anyone who bears witness becomes more than willing to claw thier eyes out...or am I the only one blind here? the blood upon my tongue serves as a reminder of the quietness that echoes outward creating those deafening rumbles inside that i can't ever drown out if there is somewhere safe I've yet to find that place but I sure hope it ain't far cause I've walked these here crossroads looking for my way home so much my feet are blistered and I don't think I can walk much further these walls look awfully familiar in my gut I feel a belonging but my heart says im a stranger I feel a burning coldness in the air every hair on My flesh has stood up I closed my eyes for Just one moment and when they opened I saw my life flashing before my eyes and what lay beside me was the barrel of a handgun I felt the cold steel of kissing my hands is this what fate awaits me if i tread this path still...tell me I can change tell me I've got a choice that the game hasn't ended that I've still got a chance to learn from my mistakes that the cards dealt to Me are not my final hand.
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Bro you know how hard it is to emulate tool? You’re special g.
Congrats on the 1k subs bro and love the beats
TOOL vibesssss
my first thought of first notes
Exactly
He literally just made TOOL
First 2 seconds exactly
Only thing missing for TOOL vibes is the runtime
well that’s because the beginning is literally almost exactly a song from them
Ngl this don’t need any lyrics 🥵
Literally sounds so close to Forty Six & 2 ts magnificent
this is sick, i want this as a fully fledged song
My guardian
Let down your wings
And slowly walk
Towards me
Your face
Is numb
Im sinking below your soul
Drift me above
Show me the way
Which way do i go?
Why are you running again
Its dark, im cold and i cant see anything
Your gone
Im lost inside
Tonight
Without a light
Turn it on turn it up
It's getting hot
I am done
Washed away
My hands are dirty with your sins
Dope work! Like the atmosohere 🔥
That’s some heat right there 😈🔥 keep going bro 🙌 hope to see you up there soon ☝️
PERFECT
amazing🔥
🎉🎉🎉YES! ❤❤ Amazing! Falling out of 💕 LOVE 💪🏻
Sounds awesome 🔥
DUDE I FUCKING BEG PLEASE RELEASE MORE LIKE THIS
FIRST PRINCIPLES
Some people collect sea shells. I particularly enjoy the ones that spiral into a pink cake decoration. They communicate something quite differently when turned to the side of their natural opening. Only when the rush of cultural shame catches up to a bawdy imagination must one speak into them like a pay phone. The joke is a poor cover that fools no one. I have an aunt that collects broaches. She's big on turquoise. Yet jasper signifies a higher respect she has for her company. My partiality is not hid when she breaks out the amethyst. These jeweled bugs can hang from sweaters, blazers, or blouses. The rule seems to be that you are suppose to look without making a production. For some strange reason a direct complement is a misstep in social ballet. If the broach sparkles, you must tell her that she sparkles instead, and it will be well received. A shopkeeper one block down from us collects guns. He has more than the sheriff's department. It's not offensive because they are antiques. All of them operable, but more in the way of show pieces. There is a bit of rudeness that can easily dislodge charming discourse around decorative weapons. Never bring up the lethality of a collector's pistols. Etiquette demands a certain amount of silence around the obvious. Skilled conversationalists may approach the very edge of marksmanship, but then go no further. It is not lost on my awareness that stamps are a popular item, but I am not familiar with persons that go about collecting stamps. Time is obliged to produce a humorous tragedy of accidental utility. It is inevitable. One of their own must have looked high and low for missing postage of iconic value, only to realize the bills were paid in a distracted haze. And what of the institutions that collect us like marbles or playing cards? What is a right answer to the glass casing of our humanity? It is to rock back and forth on shelves of needless organization. Do not be hoarded. Create an accident. Genius is nothing more than stumbling back into original use.
fucking awesome
Batcave vibes 🦇🔥
lovelesskillmore
The four horses have left the stable
Their rider are dressed in shadows
Lead by the fury of heaven and hell
Looking for the ones who deserve
What is coming with the still of night
The blood will spill and flow like rivers
When judgement begins to swallow the land
And the light is consumed by eternal darkness
Suffocation is slow when facing seconds of retribution for wicked worldly ways
Sounds of something shaking the earth is making the skin crawl
Onto to your belly for dear life
I wanna play shiiiit 🔥🔥🔥🔥
skin beggining to melt peeled my eyelids off have I scrapped enough of myself away to regain sanity can't hear the call didn't get there quick enough couldn't pull you out cut off the hands that pray in exchange for hands that don't bleed sacrifice nothing left to lose how many times was there ever an end Is this illusion of peace all there is solitude a path to destruction shall I bear the brunt drag my feet till they bleed or retreat and live in fear...
0:48
Tutorial please
fucking crazy man wtaf
BROOOO NICE IM BUY TJHIS]
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Can I buy it
Great instrumental but very confused by how there's 4 bars then 3 bars then 4? How's that work
@@OzzyPrice magic 🪄
You would be fool hearty to think you could Pull guard on me, and stop the blows coming
Dont be a Brat, you know youre too Snotty, dont let my elbow make your nose Bloody
We can make it happen when no ones around, and tell nobody
It's all fun and games till we hit the ground, and your not so Gumby
I'm not just a Tool, Im a MultiTool and I get shit done, while I Jam to Jambi
Maynard, is that you?
skin beggining to melt peeled my eyelids off have I scrapped enough of myself away to regain sanity can't hear the call didn't get there quick enough couldn't pull you out cut off the hands that pray in exchange for hands that don't bleed sacrifice nothing left to lose how many times was there ever an end Is this illusion of peace all there is solitude a path to destruction shall I bear the brunt drag my feet till they bleed or retreat and live in fear silent screams bitten tongues a craving for the sweet taste of many a poison shackles nails that Kiss flesh weighed down by the unbreakable chains of fate sell your faith for a way out familiar exits that lead nowhere tragedy the coiled hands of time have begun to slip dust ash are all that follow on this road to redemption seek as you may but heed the warnings those before you did not or your path will be the same. voice of reason silenced by ambition that demands an audience will you listen or turn back before its to late times almost up.
yo lemme send my song to u i used the beat
This is literally a tool type beat
Amazing. Do you have any other beats with a similar feel?
This is nice bro 😎 can I use this? I’ll link your channel and post your links in description My bro told me to hit u up on IG but I don’t see a link
all my friends favor my my vices its awfully High up here should I come down or stay where I'm comfortable I hear them screaming from Below but my ears are closed I'm listening for the final note of this symphony of pain I've been front row to since the moment I took my first breath I held my hands together and I prayed but it seems either god cannot hear me or I'm praying to someone that doesn't exist have I let my mind Morph and shift into an entity so hideous anyone who bears witness becomes more than willing to claw thier eyes out...or am I the only one blind here? the blood upon my tongue serves as a reminder of the quietness that echoes outward creating those deafening rumbles inside that i can't ever drown out if there is somewhere safe I've yet to find that place but I sure hope it ain't far cause I've walked these here crossroads looking for my way home so much my feet are blistered and I don't think I can walk much further these walls look awfully familiar in my gut I feel a belonging but my heart says im a stranger I feel a burning coldness in the air every hair on My flesh has stood up I closed my eyes for Just one moment and when they opened I saw my life flashing before my eyes and what lay beside me was the barrel of a handgun I felt the cold steel of kissing my hands is this what fate awaits me if i tread this path still...tell me I can change tell me I've got a choice that the game hasn't ended that I've still got a chance to learn from my mistakes that the cards dealt to Me are not my final hand.