Heh... true, 'dat'
What a skeletal wreck of a man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and the villains
Try to tempt the holistic domes
Running rampant with free-thought to free form in the free and clear
And 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?
Wind down inside your atavistic galore
The value of a summer spent
And a winter earned
For the rest of us there’s 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 fuck is all this for? (What the hell’s 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 plunge 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
Classify, 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
Huh. What luck. Fascism you can vote for. *snort* Isn’t that sweet?
And we’re all going to die some day, cause that’s the American way
And I’ve drunk too much and said too little
When you’re gaffertaped in the middle say a prayer, save face
Get yourself together and (See what’s 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, you’re a wreck. An accident. Forget the freak, you’re 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.
---Omega by Stone Sour
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and the villains
Try to tempt the holistic domes
Running rampant with free-thought to free form in the free and clear
And 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?
Wind down inside your atavistic galore
The value of a summer spent
And a winter earned
For the rest of us there’s 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 fuck is all this for? (What the hell’s 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 plunge 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
Classify, 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
Huh. What luck. Fascism you can vote for. *snort* Isn’t that sweet?
And we’re all going to die some day, cause that’s the American way
And I’ve drunk too much and said too little
When you’re gaffertaped in the middle say a prayer, save face
Get yourself together and (See what’s 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, you’re a wreck. An accident. Forget the freak, you’re 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.
---Omega by Stone Sour