Stone Sour - Omega Lyrics
What a skeletal wreck of man this isTranslucent flesh and feeble bonesThe kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tonesRunning rampant with free thought to free form, in the free in the clearAnd the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundrymat to sift and focusOn the bigger...better...now...We all have a little sin that needs ventingVirtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems that riff from the branches of officeDo you know what your post entails?Do you serve a purpose? or purposely serve?Wind down inside adivistic galoreThe value of a summer spent and a winter earnedFor the rest of us there is always sundayThe day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breathsSo we can wade ***** into the bloody poolAnd place our hand on the big black bookTo watch the knives zig zag between our aching fingersA vacation is a countdownT-minus your life and countingTime to drag your tongue across the sugarcube and hope you get a tasteWhat the ***** is all this for?What the hells going on?Shut up!I could go on and on, but lets move on...shall we?Say, youre me and Im you and they all watch the things we doAnd like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairsHavent felt like this in yearsThe great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuseLet me go and plundge me into the dead spot againThats where you go when theres no one else aroundIts just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with there thumb on the pulse and a finger on the triggerClassified my ass, thats a *****ing secret and you know itGovernment is another way to say...better...than...you...Its like ice but no pick, a murder charge that wont stickIts like a whole other world where you can smell the food but you cant touch the silverware...what luckFascism you can vote for...isnt that sweetAnd were all gonna die some day, cause thats the american wayAnd Ive drunk to much and said to littleWhen your gaffer taped in the middle, say a prayer, say a phrase, get yourself together and...See whats happeningShut up***** you, ***** youIm sorry I could go on and onBut its time to move on...so...Remember..Youre a wreckAn accident, forget the freak youre just natureKeep the gun oiled and the temple clean, shit snort and blasphemeLet the heads cool and the engine runBecause in then end everything we do...Is just everything weve done
