Fat Stone
Time is frittered away, to many days, so many ways
To mask the world's end will it all depend
On the price you're willing to pay
Can it be shown, what's it mean? Two triple O on 5-13
Regard the day of prayer, will anybody care?
Will the cut be nice and clean?
Last hole, throw in the bones, blast off and head for home
Naked, carved up and dead, no one on the telephone
Real men, here at the end, burned black or blue
A god sent will to be bent, been damned here by you
Cosmic race sent from space
Lifeless clod, lost by god
Hold on, soon to be gone, all of you will be screwed
As for the chosen, they will be frozen and left to rot on the moon
The animals walked away, survived in underground caves
Surfacing with time, they faced what they would find
The oceans purified, apology of mankind
Written in their own blood, mixed with the desert sun
Locked in cryptic rune, frozen on the moon
Remembered in their prayers, now they're gone, who cares?
Is it shown, truth in the bones, or did we idolize?
This fat stone, alive and alone, cast us out to die
We don't love you, you fat stone, we would love to die
We don't love you, you fat stone, we would love to die
It's t-t-t-t-time
It's t-t-t-t-time
T-t-t-t-time
T-t-t-t-time
T-t-t-t-T-t-t-t-T-t-t-t-T-t-t-t-time
To mask the world's end will it all depend
On the price you're willing to pay
Can it be shown, what's it mean? Two triple O on 5-13
Regard the day of prayer, will anybody care?
Will the cut be nice and clean?
Last hole, throw in the bones, blast off and head for home
Naked, carved up and dead, no one on the telephone
Real men, here at the end, burned black or blue
A god sent will to be bent, been damned here by you
Cosmic race sent from space
Lifeless clod, lost by god
Hold on, soon to be gone, all of you will be screwed
As for the chosen, they will be frozen and left to rot on the moon
The animals walked away, survived in underground caves
Surfacing with time, they faced what they would find
The oceans purified, apology of mankind
Written in their own blood, mixed with the desert sun
Locked in cryptic rune, frozen on the moon
Remembered in their prayers, now they're gone, who cares?
Is it shown, truth in the bones, or did we idolize?
This fat stone, alive and alone, cast us out to die
We don't love you, you fat stone, we would love to die
We don't love you, you fat stone, we would love to die
It's t-t-t-t-time
It's t-t-t-t-time
T-t-t-t-time
T-t-t-t-time
T-t-t-t-T-t-t-t-T-t-t-t-T-t-t-t-time
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Writer(s): Michael Griswold
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