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 tomes

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 than needs venting, virtues for the rending

And laws and systems and stems a rift from branches of office

Do you know what your post entails?

Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?

Wind down inside of 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 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 goin' 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

Its 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!

Thats 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

Hah, what luck

Fascism you can vote for

Isn’t that sweet?

And we’re all going to die some day cause thats 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

(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