A snippet

From: "The Patient", by Tool

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 act's a little old.

But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. and I'm still right
Here.
But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. and I'm still right
Here.

I'm gonna wait it out.

If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through,
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.

I'm gonna wait it out...