Post by holygoat0106 on Apr 21, 2003 11:01:08 GMT -5
im going to show everyone a poem by the one and only corey taylor.....entitled "omega"
what a skeletal wreck of man this is,
translucent flesh and feeble bones,
the kind of temple where the whores and villians try to tempt the holistic domes
running rampant with free thought to free for in the free and clear
and the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat
to sift and focus on a bigger better now
we all have a little sin that needs venting,
virtues for the rending,
and laws and systems,and stems ripped from the branches of office, do you know what your post entails?
do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?
wind down inside 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 wreaks of rest but all we do is catch our breathes so we can wade naked into the bloody pool and place our hands on the big black book,
to watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers. vacation is a count down, t minus your life and counting. time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste....
what the fuk is all this for what the hells going on?
shut up
i could go on and on but lets move on shall we?
say youre me and im you and they all watch the things we do and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs, havent felt like this in years,
the great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse,
let me go and punch me into the dead spot again, thats where you go when its just you and there was never anyone to begin with now was there?
sanctimonious, pretentious dasterdly bastards with their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger,
classify my ass thats a fukking secret and you know it!
government is another way to say better than you,
its like ice but no pick a murder charge that wont stick its like a whole other world where you can smell the food, but you cant touch the silverware,
what luck, fascism you can vote for, isnt that sweet
and we're all gonna die some day cause thats the american way and ive drunk too much and said too little when youre gaffer taped in the middle, say a prayer save face get yourself together and see whats happening, fuk you, yeah fuk you.
im sorry i could go on and on but let's move on, so
remember, youre a wreck an accident, forget the freak, you're just nature, keep the gun oiled and the temple clean, shit snort and blaspheme, let the heads cool and the engine run, cuz in the end, everything we do is just everything we've done.
what a skeletal wreck of man this is,
translucent flesh and feeble bones,
the kind of temple where the whores and villians try to tempt the holistic domes
running rampant with free thought to free for in the free and clear
and the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat
to sift and focus on a bigger better now
we all have a little sin that needs venting,
virtues for the rending,
and laws and systems,and stems ripped from the branches of office, do you know what your post entails?
do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?
wind down inside 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 wreaks of rest but all we do is catch our breathes so we can wade naked into the bloody pool and place our hands on the big black book,
to watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers. vacation is a count down, t minus your life and counting. time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste....
what the fuk is all this for what the hells going on?
shut up
i could go on and on but lets move on shall we?
say youre me and im you and they all watch the things we do and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs, havent felt like this in years,
the great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse,
let me go and punch me into the dead spot again, thats where you go when its just you and there was never anyone to begin with now was there?
sanctimonious, pretentious dasterdly bastards with their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger,
classify my ass thats a fukking secret and you know it!
government is another way to say better than you,
its like ice but no pick a murder charge that wont stick its like a whole other world where you can smell the food, but you cant touch the silverware,
what luck, fascism you can vote for, isnt that sweet
and we're all gonna die some day cause thats the american way and ive drunk too much and said too little when youre gaffer taped in the middle, say a prayer save face get yourself together and see whats happening, fuk you, yeah fuk you.
im sorry i could go on and on but let's move on, so
remember, youre a wreck an accident, forget the freak, you're just nature, keep the gun oiled and the temple clean, shit snort and blaspheme, let the heads cool and the engine run, cuz in the end, everything we do is just everything we've done.