OMEGA | Dalszöveg és Magyar Fordítás (kattintásra)

Dalszövegek

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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?!)

SHUT UP!!

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