
Oh no
Way up out my hell hole No way to get up
I’m a lay low Wait for the chance to erase
The one we gave the reign to
Gave it up for ransom The next time I see him
I’m a ditch him
Viva la Rebellion
Oh no
Way up out my hell hole No way to get up
I’m a lay low Wait for the chance to erase
The one we gave the reign to
Gave it up for ransom The next time I see him
I’m a ditch him
Down with the Bible Candy Feel good words of sightless guides A distraction from the simple truth that will tear our fucking hydes Sugar coated fallacy is like Spam garnished with gold is like rapists parading the streets on high Black mambas in the snow
We’re running out of time. A time that seems so trivial to a species who believe they were born of God. And yes, this may be true, I mean obviously. If we were not born of God then what were we born of? Nothing? Even if we were born of nothing, then nothing is our God because nothing created everything. Or some krazy multi-demensional conspiracy? That is quite an amusing thought but let us now think with our super-computerlike brains for a sec.