Tool - Descending+Invincible Lisboa 2/7/2019
Descending & Invincible are Tool's NEW SONGS from new upcoming album (August 30th 2019).
Thanks to the taper Sevoflurane. - Tool Descending Lyrics:
Free fall for our lived life This epilogue of our own fable Heedless... our slumber Floating at the end Free fall through this boundless land This madness of our own making Crawling, isn't flying Growing isn't infinite Come our end suddenly All hail our lethargy Come see suddenly To the quick end Disillusioned pray We mitigate this ruin Calling all to walk in order Drifting through this boundless land This madness of our own making Sound our dire reveille Row off our apathy Lest we Cease to be Stir us from our Walking slumber Mitigate our ruin Call us all to walk in order Some will travel far Through the primal body Some will never leave To be or not to be Pride Stay the grand finale Stay the reading of our Swan song and epilogue One try to stay alive Elementary muster every fiber Mobilize Stay alive Stir us from our Walking slumber Mitigate our ruin Call us all to walk in order - Tool Invincible Lyrics: Long in tooth and soul, longing for another win Merge into the fray, weapon out and belly in A Warrior struggling to remain consequential Bellow aloud, bold and proud Where I've been, from here I am Beating chest and drum Beating tired bones again Age-old battle, mine Weapon out and belly in Tales told of battles won Of things we've done, Calligula would grin Meeting tired bones tripping through, "remember when?" Once invincible, now the armor's wearing thin Heavy sheild down ​ ​ A Warrior struggling to remain relevant Warrior struggling to remain consequential Cry aloud, bold and proud Where I've been, here I am Where I end​ A Warrior struggling to remain relevant Warrior struggling to remain consequential Tear in my eyes, Chasing Ponce de Leon's phantom soul Filled with hope, I can taste mythical fountains False hope, perhaps But the truth never stood in my way, before now Feel the sting Feeling time bearing down (Chuggathon) Tear in my eyes, Chasing Ponce de Leon's phantom soul Filled with hope, I can taste mythical fountains False hope, perhaps But the truth never stood in my way, before now Feel the sting Feeling time bearing down False hope, perhaps But the truth never stood in my way, before now Feel the sting Feeling time bearing down Bearing down...