Luyện nghe bài hát Omega

What a wreck of man this is

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

Running rampant with 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 needs venting, virtues for the rending
And laws and systems and a rift from branches of office
Do you know what post entails?
Do you a purpose or purposely serve?

Wind inside of your atavistic allure
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 into the bloody
And place our on the big black book
To watch the zig-zag between our aching fingers

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

Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the we do
And like a smack of spite threw me down the stairs
Haven't felt like in years
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous
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 anyone to begin with now was

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

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

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

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

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

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

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