"Tillin' my own grave to keep me level, jam another dragon down that hole. Diggin' to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren one that pushes me along and leaves me so desperate and ravenous, so weak and powerless".
It has an opening in the belly... A weary anger discouraged by resignation; it drags forward weakly, trying to lose itself in apathy.
"Ho osservato una lumaca strisciare lungo il filo di un rasoio. Questo è il mio sogno e il mio incubo... Strisciare, scivolare lungo il filo di un rasoio e sopravvivere".
There is a sort of quest for self-destruction, a frustrated aspiration that continues to keep it alive.
In "Thirteenth Step" A Perfect Circle maintain their expressive abilities unchanged; a magnetic CD. Dynamic outbursts come to life from a blend of arpeggios and enveloping riffs, each instrument synergistically finds its overall dimension, in a scenario of emotional states and contrasts.
"I am surrendering to the gravity and the unknown. Catch me, heal me, lift me back up to the sun. I choose to live, I choose to live".
Absolutely noteworthy is Maynard’s voice in singing the chorus: it becomes an indispensable part of the song itself just as much as the guitar or the drums, in a word: Hypnotic.
It’s absolutely the song you would never expect to hear on an album like this; it’s the break from the past, it’s visionary: it’s like being in a lucid stream of consciousness.