Omega
Stone Sour Lyrics

What a skeletal wreck of man this is.
The singer describes someone who is physically weak and fragile.

Translucent flesh and feeble bones,
The person's skin is almost transparent and their bones are weak and brittle.

The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tomes.
People who are dishonest or immoral try to convince others to stray from healthy habits and beliefs.

Running rampant with free thought to free form, and the free and clear.
The person has many ideas and is able to think freely without any restrictions or limitations.

When the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a Laundry mat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now.
When important issues are discussed or debated, it's important to focus on the most important ones and find solutions for them.

We all have a little sin that needs venting,
Everyone has some faults or bad habits that need to be expressed or acknowledged.

Virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems are ripped From the branches of office, do you know where your post entails?
People in positions of authority might act dishonestly or ignore their responsibilities, and it's important to know what your role is in that system.

Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?
Is the person fulfilling their purpose or just going through the motions and serving without much thought?

When in doubt inside your atavistic allure, the value of a summer spent, And a winter earned.
When feeling unsure or uncertain, it's important to reflect on past experiences to gain insights for the future.

For the rest of us, there is always Sunday.
People often look forward to the weekend as a time to rest and recharge.

The day of the week the 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.
Despite the day being associated with rest, people are actually just preparing themselves for something more intense or challenging, possibly related to religion or spirituality.

To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers.
The situation feels dangerous or perilous, with sharp objects close by and the person feeling vulnerable.

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.
A vacation or break from reality is only temporary, and people should enjoy it while it lasts but also be aware that life is finite.

What the fuck is all this for? What the hell's going on? Shut up!
The singer is frustrated and confused about the situation.

I can go on and on but lets move on, shall we?
The singer is choosing to move on and leave the issue behind, rather than continuing to dwell on it.

Say, your 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 artist is imagining a scenario where they switch roles with someone and that person experiences the negative consequences the artist has faced in the past.

The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse, let me go, And punch me into the dead spout again.
The artist feels trapped and unable to escape a negative force that is drawing them in.

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?
The singer is describing a feeling of isolation and loneliness, as though they have always been alone.

Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse, And a finger on the trigger.
The singer is describing people who are hypocritical, boastful, and scheming in their pursuit of power and control.

Classified my ass! That's a fucking secret, and you know it!
The artist is frustrated with secrets and classified information that are kept from the public.

Government is another way to say better than you.
The government is often perceived as being superior to the average person, with more power and resources.

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.
The artist is describing a situation that is frustrating or unfulfilling, where they can see or experience something but not fully participate in it.

Huh, what luck. Fascism you can vote for. Humph, isn't that sweet?
The singer is sarcastic and bitter about the political situation, with a sense of irony about choosing fascism in a democratic process.

And we're all gonna die some day, because 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, say a face, Get your self together and see what's happening.
The artist is contemplating the inevitability of death and their own sense of mortality, while acknowledging that they are not doing enough to speak out or take action on important issues.

Shut up! Fuck you! Fuck you!
The singer is angry and lashing out at someone, possibly at themselves.

I'm sorry, I could go on and on but Their times to move on so, remember, you're a wreck, an accident.
The singer apologizes for their outburst, but also reminds themselves and the listener that they are imperfect and fallible.

Forget the freak, your just nature.
The singer is telling someone that it's okay to be unusual or different, and that they should embrace their true nature.

Keep the gun oiled, and the temple cleaned shit snort, And blaspheme, let the heads cool, and the engine run.
The artist is urging someone to take care of their physical and spiritual health while also engaging in acts of rebellion or resistance against oppressive forces.

Because in the end, everything we do, is just everything we've done.
The artist is reflecting on the cyclical nature of life and how everything that happens is a repetition of what has already occurred.