Versuri Stone Sour - Omega
Album: Stone Sour - Stone Sour
What a skeletal wreck of a man this is Translucent flesh and feeble bones The kind of temple where the whores and villians Try to tempt the holistic tones Running rampant with free thought to free form and the free and clear And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundrymat 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 ripped from the branches of office do you know what your post entails? Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve? Wind down 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 that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breath so we can wade naked into the bloody pool and place our hand on the big black book To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers A vacation is a countdown T minus your life and counting Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste WHAT THE f**k IS ALL THIS FOR? (*background* WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?) SHUT UP! I could go on and on but let's 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 it's 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 a*s THAT'S A f*****g 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 *laughs* What luck! Facism you can vote for *snorts* Isn't that sweet And we're all gonna die someday '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 save face get yourself together and (*sung in the background* SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING!) SHUT UP! (*background* f**k YOU!) f**k YOU! I'm sorry I could go on and on but it's time to move on so Remember, you're a wreck an accident Forget the freak you're just nature Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean s**t, snort and blaspheme let the heads cool and the engine run because in the end everything we do, is just everything we've done.