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    Stone Sour - Omega

    What a skeletal wreck of man this is.

    Translucent flesh and feeble bones
    The kind of temple where the whores and villians
    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 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 count-down
    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 magnanamous 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?

    Sanctomonious pretentious dasterdly 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.

    Its 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

    heh, What luck!
    Facism you can vote for
    *snorts* Isn't that sweet

    and we're all gonna die some day
    'cuz thats 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 whats 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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