Rosetta Stoned lyrics

"Alrighty, then ... picture this if you will."

"10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes,

In my 'need to know' pose, just outside of Area 51

Contemplating the whole 'chosen people' thingy

When a flaming stealth banana split the sky

Like one would hope but never really expect

To see in a place like this.

Cutting right angle donuts on a dime

And stopping right at my Birkenstocks,

And me yelping...

Holy fucking shit!

Then the X-Files being,

Looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan

With Isabella Rossellini lips, and breath that reeked of

Vanilla Chig Champa

Did a slow-mo Matrix descent

Outta the butt end of the banana vessel

And hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw,

And my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip,

And all I could think was:

I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice

That I pissed my fuckin' pants.

So light in his way,

Like an apparition, that

He had me crying out:

Fuck me

It's gotta be

The Deadhead Chemistry

The blotter got right on top of me

Got me seein' E-motherfuckin'-T!

And after calming me down

With some orange slices

And some fetal spooning,

E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose.

He said:

"You are the Chosen One,

The One who will deliver the message.

A message of hope for those who choose to hear it

And a warning for those who do not."

Me? The Chosen One?

They chose me!!!

And I didn't even graduate from fuckin' high school.

You'd better...

You'd better...

You'd better...

You'd better listen.

Then he looked right through me

With somniferous almond eyes

Don't even know what that means

Must remember to write it down

This is so real

Like the time Dave floated away

See, my heart is pounding

'Cause this shit never happens to me

I can't breathe right now!

It was so real,

Like I woke up in Wonderland.

All sorta terrifying

I don't wanna be all alone

While I tell this story.

And can anyone tell me why

Y'all sound like Peanuts parents?

Will I ever be coming down?

This is so real

Finally, it's my lucky day

See, my heart is racing

'Cause this shit never happens to me

I can't breathe right now!

You believe me, don't you?

Please believe what I've just said!

See the Dead ain't touring

And this wasn't all in my head.

See, they took me by the hand

And invited me right in.

Then they showed me something

I don't even know where to begin.

Strapped down to my bed

Feet cold and eyes red

I'm out of my head

Am I alive? Am I dead?

Can't remember what they said

God damn, shit the bed.

Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.

Such a heavy burden now to be the One

Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending,

To write it down for all the world to see.

But I forgot my pen

Shit the bed again ...

Typical.

Strapped down to my bed

Feet cold and eyes red

I'm out of my head

Am I alive? Am I dead?

Sunkist and sudafed

Gyroscopes and infrared

Won't help, I'm brain dead

Can't remember what they said

God damn, shit the bed

I can't remember what they said to me

Can't remember what they said to make me out to be a hero

Can't remember what they said

Bob help me!

Can't remember what they said

We don't know, and we won't know...

God damn, shit the bed!"

• Artist:Tool
• Album:10,000 Days