What a skeletal wreck of man this is Translucent flesh and feeble bones, the kind of teple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic domes Running rampid with free form, and the free and clear When the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundry mat to sift and focus on bigger, better, now We all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems are ripped from the branches of office Do you know what your post entails? Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve? When in doubt inside 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 the reeks of rest, but all we do is catch our breath, so we can wade naked in 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 GOING ON? SHUT UP! I can go on and on, but let's move on, shall we? Say your 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 spout again That's where you go when there's no one else around It's just you, and there was never anyone to bgin with, now was there? Sanctimonious pretentious dasterdly 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 just another way to say, "Better....Then...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 Huh, what lick Fascism you can vote for Humph, isn't that sweet? And we're all gonna die someday, because that's the American way, and I've drunk too much, and said too little When your 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 their time's to move on So remember: You're a wreck, an accident Forget the freak, you're just nature Keep the gun oiled, and the templ cleaned 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 ~STONESOUR~ |
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