Stone Sour - Omega SongtextWhat a skeletal wreck of a man
this is translucent flesh and feeble bones
the kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt
the holistic domes. Running ramped with free thought to free form
and the free and clear. When the matters at hand
are shelled out like lint at a laundry mat
to sift and focus on the bigger better
now we all have a little sin that needs venting
virtues for the rending and laws and systems
and stems are ripped from the branches of office.
do you know what your post entails?
do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?
When in doubt inside your atavistic allure
the value of a summer spent, and a winter earned
for the rest of us, there is always Sunday
the day of the week the reeks of rest
but all we do is catch our breath
so we can wade naked in the bloody pool
and place our hand on the big black book.
to watch the knives zig zag between our aching fingers
a vacation is a countdown t minus you life and counting
time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube
and hope you get a taste
what the fuck is all this for?
what the hell is going on?
I can go on and on
but lets move on shall we?
say you're me and I'm you
and they all watch the things we do
and like a smack of spite
they threw me down the stairs
haven't felt like this in years
the great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse
let me go and punch me into the dead spot again
that's where you go when there's no one else around
its just you and there was never anyone to begin with now was there
sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse
and a finger on the trigger
classified my ass! that's a fucking secret and you know it!
government is another way to say "better than you"
its like ice but no pick
a murder charge that won't stick
its like a whole other world
where you can smell the food
but you can't touch the silverware
huh, what luck
fascism you can vote for. humph, isn't that sweet?
and we're all gonna die some day cause that's the American way
and I've drunk too much and said too little
when you're gaffer taped in the middle
say a prayer say a face get yourself together
and see what's happening
I could go on and on but their times to move on
so remember: your a wreck an accident
forget the freak you're just nature
keep the gun oiled and the temple cleaned
shit snort and blaspheme
let the heads cool and the engine run
because in the end everything we do is just everything we've done.
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