TheStateOfBeing

We've both seen this path before No foot print marked the same Together we've built the perfect circle A world we'll soon learn to hate Don't turn around, Simply close your eyes This all must be a dream The visions that dance in your mind Free words you cannot speak You believed the sky to be blue Soft sand by the beach But realize in all TRUE beauty Not all is what it seems Turn around In your perfect circle Walls built high and tall shadows that now dance waiting for the fall.

MY PERSONAL OPINION AND INTERPRETATION OF TOOL's SONG PRISON SEX FROM THE ALBUM UNDERTOW BASED ON MY OWN EXPERIENCES, CONNECTION, AND UNDERSTANDING OF THE LYRICS AND MUSIC. PRISON SEX (In my opinion this song is called prison sex because sexual child abuse is much like prison sex. For one the child is weak, vulnerable and for lack of a better term defenseless. Much like a prisoner, who is bound by bars. Trapped in a prison where he is at the mercy of the oppressor much like a child is at the mercy of their parents because of how young they are. It took so long to remember just what happened. ( took time to confront and accept what happene

If we could only teach, To see past the boarderline. To share all the secrets, They keep down inside. One day the world will spiral, Into tides of the unknown. Forgotten by the tales, They claim to be there own. Don't act. Neglect to see. The evil being inside of me. Jaw locked. Made of wax. I only do what I've been asked. difficult to come to terms with the reflection in the mirror, All our troubles we tuck away, Remain ever clearer. Don't fret dear child, This certainly is a dream. Harvest time has come , Numb and ignorant to our screams. Can't stop. Open tears. I'm reaching out. No ones there Jaw's locked. And