Luyện nghe bài hát Omega

What a skeletal of man this is

flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and
Try to tempt the tomes

Running rampant with thought to free form in the free and clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out lint at a laundromat
To and focus 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 serve a purpose or serve?

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

For the rest of us there is always
The day of the week that reeks of
But all we do is catch our

So we can wade naked into the pool
And place our hand on the big black
To watch the zig-zag between our aching fingers

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

What the fuck is all for?
(What the hell's 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 of spite they threw me down the stairs
Haven't felt this in years
The great of malicious magnanimous refuse
Let me go and plunge me into the spot again

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

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 You'

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

Hah, what
Fascism you can for
that sweet?

And we're all gonna die some day thats the American way
And drunk too much and said too little
When you're gaffer taped in the middle say a prayer, 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
Remember you're a wreck, an
Forget the freak, just nature

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