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Omega
(专辑: Stone Sour - 2003)
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 tomes. 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
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 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 zig-zag 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
can 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. 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. Huh, what luck. Fascism you can vote for. Humph, isn't that sweet? And we're all gonna die some day 'Cause that's 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 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.
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