
Cosmodawn (fictional Tool song)
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- alternative metal
- progressive metal
- 1990s
- sludge metal
- post-metal
- psychedelic rock
- progressive rock
- atmospheric metal
- art rock
Lyrics
Intro/verse 1
You woke up during the Cosmodawn...
The nerve ends split like the roots of God
Bolts around your skull
Breathe in the ash of a dying star
Breathe out the names you forgot you are
You're the new fuckstar
Selling your body for the pyramid of modern arts
You know who you really are
Pre−Chorus
Spiral down
Into the darkest pit
Spiral down
Into the serpent’s kiss
Let it sink deep...
Chorus
You can't just fuck the anti-Christ!
You tear the fabric called life
Open your ribs and lack your spite
Bleeding constellations through the night
(So petty)
You can't just fuck the anti-Christ!
You don't survive that parasite
He lives inside your satellites
Inside your lovers
Inside your rites
(So petty)
And pettiness
Verse 2
Prophets with severed hands
Preach to the worms in the sinking sands
Every confession another disease
Every messiah brought down to knees
There’s a hole in Heaven
It’s humming low
Shaped like the face that you used to know
He's in Heaven now...
I put my ear to the sky
Heard the universe learning to die
Save us...
Save us...
Save us all!!!...
Save yourself!!!...
Bridge–slow/building
Wake up
Wake up the dead
Wake up
Within the dampened bed
Slither
Slither
Cracked by a time splitter
Slither
Like a snake
Slither
Feels like rape
Feeling it now
Feeling it now
Going down!...
You are the child of a thousand suns
Counting the dead in binary tongues
If you knew Jesus you'd maybe fuck him
Suck you of your life...
Suck you of worth...
Material worth...
Breakdown
Wake up...
Wake up...
Wake up...
Wake up...
Now!!!...
Wake!!!...
The!!!...
Fuck!!!...
Up!!!...
Final Chorus
You can't just fuck the anti-Christ!
You tear the fabric called life
Open your ribs and lack your spite
Bleeding constellations through the night
(So petty)
You can't just fuck the anti-Christ!
You don't survive that parasite
He lives inside your satellites
Inside your lovers
Inside your rites
(So petty)
And pettiness
And sings…
Instrumental, Tool guitar solo included
Outro
You can't just fuck the anti-Christ!...
You can't just fuck the anti-Christ!...
You can't just fuck the anti-Christ!...
You woke up during the Cosmodawn...
You woke up during the Cosmodawn...
You woke up during the—
during the—
during the—
Dawn...
Now it's all... Gone...
Gone... Forever…
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