Tool - Disgustipated
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
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