Omega lyrics

Artist  : Stone Sour 
Song : Omega



 Send "Omega" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [All Spoken, Except When Noted Otherwise]

What
a skeletal wreck of a 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 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 ripped from the branches of
office do you know what your post entails?

Do
you serve a purpose or purposely serve?

Wind
down inside your adivistic 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 zigzag 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? (*background*WHAT THE HELL IS 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
plunge me into the dead spot again

That's
where you go when theres no one else around it's
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 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 its like a whole other
world where you can smell the food 

But you
can't touch the silverware 

*laughs* What
luck! 

Facism you can vote for

*snorts*
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 save face
get yourself together and (*sung in the
background* SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING!) SHUT UP!
(*background* 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 your 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.