Omega

Stone Sour

What a skeletal wreck of a man
this is translucent flesh and feeble bones
the kind of temple where the whores and villains try to temp
the holistic tones running ramped with free thought to free form
and the free and clear at the matters of 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 steps that rip from the branches
do you know what your posting tales
do you serve a purpose or purposely serve
wind down in 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 breathe
so we can wait naked under the bloody pool
and place out hand on the big black book
to watch the knives zig zag between our aching fingers
avocation is a countdown t minus you life and counting
time to drag you tongue across the sugar cube
and hope you get a taste
what the fuck is all this for
what the hell is 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 punch 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 really 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 of saying "better than you"
its like ice but no pick
a murder charge that wont stick
its 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 were all gonna die someday cause that’s the American way
and I've drunk too much and said too little
when you’re gaffer taped in the middle
say a prayer say a 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 its time to move on
so remember your a wreck an accident
forget the freak you’re just nature
keep the gun oiled and the temple cleaned
shit snort and blaspheme
lets the head cool and the engine run
because in the end everything we do is just everything we’ve done
and i pass this time regretting I didn't wish for me to be with you under the star's last night.