Besedila: Stone Sour. Omega.

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 in the clear And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a Laundrymat 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 adivistic 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 sugarcube and hope you get a taste WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR? WHAT THE HELLS 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 plundge 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 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... Its like ice but no pick, a murder charge that wont stick Its like a whole other world where you can smell the food but you cant 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 your 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 its 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