Kickass Song Lyrics
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bookofmirrorsThis is the last song on the StoneSour CD. It's called Omega. It's spoken by one guy (except for the parenthesized parts, which is another guy responding). I find it pretty kick ass. I may have to rape it for sig line material. :)
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.
When 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 that needs venting, virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems are 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 lore, 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 in the bloody pool, and place our hand on the big, black book, to watch the knives zigzag 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 FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR?
(WHAT THE HELL’S GOING ON?)
SHUT UP!
I could go on and on, but let's move on, shall we?
Say, you're me, and I’m you, and they all watch the things we do, and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs, haven’t felt like this in years.
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse.
Let me go, and plunge me into the dead spot again.
That’s where you go when there’s no one else around, it’s just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse, and a finger on the trigger.
CLASSIFIED MY ASS! THAT’S A FUCKING SECRET, AND YOU KNOW IT!
Government is another way to say better… than… you.
It’s like ice but no pick, a murder charge that won’t stick, it’s like a whole other world where you can smell the food, but you can’t touch the silverware.
What luck. Fascism you can vote for. Isn’t that sweet?
And we’re all gonna die some day, 'cause that’s the American way, and I’ve drunk too much, and said too little, when your gaffer taped in the middle.
Say a prayer, save face, get your self together and
(See what’s happening.)
SHUT UP!
(FUCK YOU!)
FUCK YOU!
I’m sorry, I could go on and on but it's time to move on so,
Remember, you’re a wreck, an accident.
Forget the freak, you're just nature.
Keep the gun oiled, and the temple cleaned, shit snort and blaspheme, let the heads cool, and the engine run.
Because 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 villains try to tempt the holistic tomes.
Running rampant with free thought to free form, in the free and clear.
When 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 that needs venting, virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems are 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 lore, 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 in the bloody pool, and place our hand on the big, black book, to watch the knives zigzag 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 FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR?
(WHAT THE HELL’S GOING ON?)
SHUT UP!
I could go on and on, but let's move on, shall we?
Say, you're me, and I’m you, and they all watch the things we do, and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs, haven’t felt like this in years.
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse.
Let me go, and plunge me into the dead spot again.
That’s where you go when there’s no one else around, it’s just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse, and a finger on the trigger.
CLASSIFIED MY ASS! THAT’S A FUCKING SECRET, AND YOU KNOW IT!
Government is another way to say better… than… you.
It’s like ice but no pick, a murder charge that won’t stick, it’s like a whole other world where you can smell the food, but you can’t touch the silverware.
What luck. Fascism you can vote for. Isn’t that sweet?
And we’re all gonna die some day, 'cause that’s the American way, and I’ve drunk too much, and said too little, when your gaffer taped in the middle.
Say a prayer, save face, get your self together and
(See what’s happening.)
SHUT UP!
(FUCK YOU!)
FUCK YOU!
I’m sorry, I could go on and on but it's time to move on so,
Remember, you’re a wreck, an accident.
Forget the freak, you're just nature.
Keep the gun oiled, and the temple cleaned, shit snort and blaspheme, let the heads cool, and the engine run.
Because in the end, everything we do, is just everything we’ve done.
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Date: 2003-03-03 09:53 am (UTC)Um. I don't like people using very emotionally charged words...like "Nazi"...in different, casual contexts anyway, but this one is a particularly bad one to use. You never know when the person who is listening (or reading) may have personal bad associations with the word, and given the statistics, it's fairly likely that they will.
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Date: 2003-03-03 03:49 pm (UTC)Having never been the victim of a physically violent rape, I don't suppose I have as much trauma associated with that word as those whose experience was worse than mine. I don't really write what I write for anyone but me... but I guess I see using words like that casually as a way to defuse some of the power, the negative connatations they have. However, I could see where that could also desensitize people to how horrible the act itself is, which is certainly not something I want to support.
I'll have to think about that...
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Date: 2003-03-03 03:55 pm (UTC)And, for someone who cringes when they hear the word used casually, as I do...that's not a decision you should make for me. You are free to desensitize **yourself** to the word, if that gives you more of a sense of power, but I prefer a different approach. And all communication is a two-way street, a process that isn't completed until the thought reaches the brain of the recipient; it's true that it's best to write primarily for yourself and not with your eye sidelong on the audience, but at the same time, if it were really all JUST for ourselves we wouldn't put our journals out on an accessible medium.
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Date: 2003-03-03 04:20 pm (UTC)As far as writing to an audience... I disagree on that one. I can't please everyone, no matter how much I adore them. :) I can only write for myself. Putting it out here in this medium is partially my way of testing my courage to be this open. And, it also allows the forum to have exactly this type of discussion, where you, or anyone else, can point out things like you just did. In this case, you brought it to my attention that my mostly thoughtless use of an emotionally-laden term would most likely not have the effect that I was hoping it would, assuming I put any thought into it at all. I had to think about it, decide what I really wanted, and make a choice. In this case, I agree with your comment. I might not always agree with everyone's comments, but they'll make me THINK, and they'll make me decide what it is that I truly want to be, and how I want to act in order to portray that state of Being. Plus, being challenged on my own beliefs, or thoughtlessness, also forces me to think more in general, AND requires even greater courage on my part when I post something in the future, knowing that anyone could comment on it, disagree, whatever. And courage, thinking, and Being... are definitely things I want to cultivate in myself. :)