Omega- Stone Sour

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 tones
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 Laundromat 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 that riff from the branches of office
Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?

Wind down inside 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 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 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 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 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 there 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... what luck
Fascism you can vote for... isn't that sweet?

And we're all gonna die some day, cause that's the American way
And I've drunk to much and said to little
When you're gaffer taped in the middle, say a prayer, say a phrase, 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 then end everything we do
Is just everything we've done