Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Omega, artist - Stone Sour.
Date of issue: 18.08.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 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 |