Luyện nghe bài hát Omega

What a skeletal of man this is

Translucent flesh and bones
The kind of temple where the and villains
Try to tempt the holistic

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

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

Wind down inside of your atavistic
The of a summer spent
And a earned

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

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

A is a countdown
T your life and counting
Time to drag your across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm sorry I could go on and on but it's to move on so
Remember a wreck, an accident
the freak, you're just nature

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