CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Omega (Demo)
What a skeletal wreck of man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villains
Try to tempt the holistic tomes
Running rampant with free thought to free form in the free and clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat
To sift and focus on the bigger, better now
We all have a little sin than needs venting, virtues for the rending
And laws and systems and stems a rift from branches of office
Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?
Wind down inside of 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 that reeks of rest
But all we do is catch our breath
So we can wade naked into 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 f**k is all this for?
(What the hell's goin' on?)
Shut up!
I could go on and on, but, lets move on shall we?
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villains
Try to tempt the holistic tomes
Running rampant with free thought to free form in the free and clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat
To sift and focus on the bigger, better now
We all have a little sin than needs venting, virtues for the rending
And laws and systems and stems a rift from branches of office
Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?
Wind down inside of 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 that reeks of rest
But all we do is catch our breath
So we can wade naked into 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 f**k is all this for?
(What the hell's goin' on?)
Shut up!
I could go on and on, but, lets move on shall we?
