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"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 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 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 sugar cube
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 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 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 were all gonna die some day, cause that's the American way
And Ive drunk too much and said too little
When your gaffer taped in the middle,
say a prayer, say a phrase, get yourself together and...

See whats 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 the end
everything we do...
Is just everything we've done

Corey Taylor