Luyện nghe bài hát Omega

What a wreck of man this is

Translucent and feeble bones
The kind of where the whores and villains
Try to the holistic tomes

Running rampant with free thought to free form in the and clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like 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 and stems a rift from branches of office
Do you know what post entails?
Do you serve a purpose or serve?

down inside of your atavistic allure
The value of a summer
And a earned

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

So we can naked into the bloody pool
And place our on the big black book
To the knives zig-zag between our aching fingers

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

What the is all this for?
(What the hell's on?)
up!
I could go on and on, but, move on shall we?

Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the we do
And like a of spite they threw me down the stairs
Haven't like this in years
The great of malicious magnanimous refuse
Let me go and me into the dead spot again

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

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

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

Hah, luck
Fascism you can for
that sweet?

And we're all gonna die some day 'cuz the American way
And I've too much and said too little
you're 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 nature

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