It's cool that you've got money, Stacking up in piles; But man, I find it funny That you can't ever smile. You think you have the answers, And you think this is a joke; I may stretch my mind a lot, But you're the one that's broke.
I know you got opinions; And yelling is your habit, But dammit, when I ask it, have right at it, start your yappin'. Til then I ask a favor, It's really gotta happen, Shut the fuck up, fix yourself, In every form and fashion.
There he is, in the sky So distant and yet he holds the key of life There he is, in his thrown so up high When will he come down and draw the line
All in his name I surrendered my spirit All in his name I surrendered my sin All for the glory of his place I gave up upon my desires I'm here before his face He seem to have forsaken me I'm here in his Paradise And he seem to have forgotten his promise A promise that one day he'll deliver me
Why is it your glory I cannot find? Why is it your heaven is...
They have the right to deny commonsense logical reasoning they have the right to hide in plain sight within the ones who think but they have no right to try to change the thoughts of a child who has just begun the walk of life
....sometimes when I am really very much quite tired my mind gets all sticky and sweet.... so I remove it like a brain shaped lollipop...and take a lick ....I see my wall of consciousness so I lean up against it and have a smoke † † † †I hallucinate †I am headbanging like a zombie to the tunes in my head but that doesn't keep me from jumping in the pit.....sometimes it makes me feel like a god that no one follows..I keep their promises in a colander knowing they won't last through this journey they call life... I make a hallelujah sauce ...
I think, therefore I am Or does reality truly exist? encompassing far more than the mushy pink organ in our skulls?
Patterns shapes and numerical values, Each orchestrated in flawless equilibrium The handiwork of the unseen? Or the fortuitous aftermath of a leaking paint bucket? Perhaps the amorphous visage of Christ on a piece of Toast?
A reality constructed from objective data Or an omnipotent hairy man who lazes about on a cloudy throne A computer simulation?
It's like a whole damn future's been torn right out from in front of me Someone please call the police I can't breathe Too many lights have been lost Vigils grow larger and last longer "Operator, I'd like to report A series of unfortunate catastrophes"
There's no going back To the way things were There's no way on Earth Not a searchlight to find the right path It's been many a moon now Looks like ancients are talking and walking about Let me get this straight We're not watching a mass sacrifice in the nations? ...