Stone Sour - Omega lyrics
What a skeletal wreck of man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villians
Try to tempt the holistic tomes
Running rampant with free thought to free form
In the free and clear
Where the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat
To sift and focus on the bigger, better, now
We all have a little sin than needs venting
Virtues for the rending
And laws and systems
And stems ariff from the branches of office
Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose?
Or purposely serve?
Lying down inside of your adavistic galore
The value of a Summer spent
And a Winter earned
For the rest of us there is always Sunday.
The day of the week that reeks of rest
But all we do is catch out breaths
So we can wade naked into 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 count-down
T-minus your 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 goin' on?!)
SHUT UP!!
I could 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 magnanamous refuse
Let me go and
Punch me into the dead spot again.
Thats where you go when theres' no one else around
It's just you
And there was never anyone to begin with now was there?
Sanctomonious pretentious dasterdly 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.
It's like ice but no pick
A murder charge that won't stick
It's like a whole other world
Where you can smell the food
But you can't touch the silverware
Hah, what luck
Fascism you can vote for
Isn't that sweet
And we're all gonna die some day
Because thats the American way
And I've drunk too much
And said too little
When your gaffer taped in the middle
Say a prayer, save face
Get yourself together and (see whats happening)
SHUT UP! (FUCK YOU!)
FUCK YOU!
I'm sorry, I could go on and on but
It's time to move on, so
Remember your a wreck, an accident
Forget the freak, your just nature
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean
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.
