Luyện nghe bài hát Omega

What a skeletal wreck of man is

Translucent flesh and feeble
The kind of temple the whores and villains
Try to the holistic tomes

Running rampant with free thought to free in the free and clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like at a laundromat
To sift and focus on the bigger, now

We all have a little sin needs venting, virtues for the rending
And and systems and stems a rift from branches of office
Do you what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose or purposely

Wind down inside of atavistic allure
The value of a summer
And a winter

For the rest of us is always Sunday
The day of the that reeks of rest
But all we do is our breath

So we can naked into the bloody pool
And our hand on the big black book
To watch the knives zig-zag between our aching

A vacation is a
T minus your life and
Time to drag your tongue across the sugar and hope you get a taste

What the is all this for?
(What the goin' on?)
up!
I could go on and on, but, move on shall we?

Say, me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do
And like a smack of spite threw me down the stairs
Haven't felt this in years
The great magnet of magnanimous refuse
Let me go and plunge me into the spot again

That's where you go when there's no one around
Its just you and there was never to begin with now was there?

Sanctimonious pretentious bastards
their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger
'Classified' my ass! Thats a fucking and you know it
Government is another way to say, 'Better Than

Its like ice but no pick, a murder that won't stick
It's like a other world where you can smell the food
But you can't touch the

Hah, what
Fascism you can for
Isn't sweet?

And we're all gonna die some day 'cuz thats the way
And I've drunk too much and said too
When you're gaffer in the middle say a prayer, save face
Get together and

(See happening)
up!
(Fuck you!)
you

I'm sorry I could go on and on but time to move on so
you're a wreck, an accident
Forget the freak, you're nature

Keep the gun oiled and the temple
Shit, and blaspheme
Let the heads cool and the run
Because in the end everything we do is just everything done