skeletal wreck of man

what a skeletal wreck of man this is. translusant flesh, and feable bones, the kind of temple where the whores and villans try to tempt the holistic tones. running with free thought to free form, in the free and clear. and the matters of hand are sheld up like lint at a laundry mat to sift and focus on the bigger-better-now. we all have a little sin that needs venting, vertues for the rending, and laws and systems and stems n riffs in the branches of office, do you know what your post and tales? do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve? wind down inside your adivistical lord, the value of a summer spent, and a winter earned. for the rest of us there's always sunday; the day of the week that wreaks of rest, but all we do is catch our breaths so we can wave 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 count-down, t-minus your life and coutning, time to drive your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste... WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS FOR! say your me, and i'm you, and they all watch the things we do and like a smack of spite, threw me down the stairs; havn't felt like this for years. the great magnet of malicious magnanimus refuse. let me go... and plunge me in 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 is there? sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with a thumb on the pulse, and a finger on the trigger. CLACIFY MY ASS THAT'S A FUCKING SECRET AND YOU KNOW IT! government is a better way to say better-than-you. it's like ice with no pick, a murder charge that won't stick, it's like hole in the world where you can smell the food, but you can't touch the silverware. what luck... fascisum 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 you're gad-for-taped in the middle say a prayer, see a face, get yourself together and see what's happening. remember: you're a wreck; an accident. forget the freak, you're just nature. keep the gun oiled, and the temple clean, shit snort, and blast steam, let the heads kool and the engine run. cause in the end everything we do, is just everything they've done.

posted by Cean Lakranski on Jun 01, 2003 11:34AM

ok to whoever reads this, the guy who wrote this is a shit, now i dont know him personally, but the fact that HE DIDNT WRITE THIS, and gave no credit to the autor, AND got a bunch of the words wrong deem him one, and for the kid who wrote this and everyone else that reads it..... it was wrote by STONESOUR, one of the best metal bands there ever was and is called OMEGA not skeletal wreck as this stupid little shit wrote -STONESOUR - OMEGA

posted by dew sifer on Jun 27, 2004 02:28AM

yeah i couldnt agree more you totally fuck up something that was good. You stupid little copyright infringing shit

posted by Dee Rock on Jul 01, 2004 07:16PM

What the hell is this stuff doing on the Phlux site?!?!? When is the next show guys? I still work at the Samoset; will you be playing here again anytime soon?

posted by -- on Dec 28, 2004 02:10PM