I've been reaching to the sky, but not for stars
I'd rather pull a cloud down, if I dare
The clouds are like the sky's own set of scars
If you look close enough, they are always there

And if I were to rescue all house plants
From where they're buried in their lonesome graves
I'd feed them to a hill of hungry ants
Because nature is full of docile slaves

If a hungry snake approached me on request
I'd feed it all the rats that it could eat
There's nothing inside nature I detest
Because all creatures born are made of meat

If Jesus Christ himself came up to me
And asked me why I don't believe in him
I'd scream "Oh ****! It's a ******* zombie!"
And then I'd move on and forget my sin