Tool — The Patient

A groan of tedium escapes me, startling the fearful.

Is this a test? It has to be, otherwise I can’t go on.

Draining patience, drain vitality.

This paranoid, paralyzed vampire acts a little old.

But I’m still right here giving blood, keeping faith.

And I’m still right here.

Wait it out. Gonna wait it out. Be patient.

If there were no reward to reap, a loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I’ve chosen here, I certainly would’ve walked away by now.

Gonna wait it out. If there were no desire to heal a damaged and broken man

along this tedious path I’ve chosen here. I certainly would’ve walked away by now.

And I still may … [sigh] … I still may. Be patient.

I must keep reminding myself of this.

I must keep reminding myself of this.

I must keep reminding myself of this.

I must keep reminding myself of this.

And if there were no rewards to heal, no loving embrace to see me

through this tedious path I’ve chosen here, I certainly would’ve walked away by now.

And I still may. Gonna wait it out.