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 tomes
Running rampant with free thought to free form
In the free and clear
Where 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 are ripped from the branches of office
Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose?
Or purposely serve?
Lying down inside of your adavistic galore
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 out breaths
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 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 FUCK is all this for?! (What the hell is goin' on?!)
yourself - نفسك
world - العالمية
winter - شتاء
whole - كامل
years - سنوات
whats - ما هى
vacation - عطلة
translucent - شفافي نصف شفاف
touch - لمس. اتصال. صلة
thumb - إبهام اليد
threw - يرمي
things - أشياء