Lyric Omega - Stone Sour

Lyric Song Omega: What a skeletal wreck of man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
the kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic domes
Running rampid with free thought to free formand the free and clear
When the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a
laundry mat to sift and focus on the biggerbetternow
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 officedo you know where your post entails
Do you serve a purposeor purposely serve
When in doubt inside your atavistic allurethe value of a summer spentand a winter earned
For the rest of usthere is always Sunday
The day of the week the reeks of restbut all we do is catch our breath
so we can wade naked in the bloody pooland place our hand on the bigblack book
To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers
A vacation is a countdownT minus your life and
countingtime to drag your tongue across the sugar cube
and hope you get a taste
WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR
WHAT THE HELL S GOING ON SHUT UP!
I can go on and on but lets move onshall we

Sayyour meand I m youand 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 refuselet me go
and punch me into the dead spout again
That s where you go when there s no one else around
it s just youand there was never anyone to begin withnow 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 SECRETAND YOU KNOW IT!
Government is another way to say better than you
It s like ice but no picka 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
Huhwhat luck Fascism you can vote for
Humphisn t that sweet
And we re all gonna die some daybecause that s the American way
and I ve drunk too muchand said too little
when your gaffer taped in the
middlesay a prayersay a faceget your self together and see what s happening
SHUT UP! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
I m sorryI could go on and on but
their times to move on soremember you re a wreckan accident
Forget the freakyour just nature
Keep the gun oiledand the temple cleaned shit snort
and blasphemelet the heads cooland the engine run
Because in the endeverything we dois just everything we ve done