Omega Sözleri

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 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 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

hah, what luck

fascism you can vote for

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 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.