You cannot escape that air bubble
in the top of the tea bag
Go ahead and try,
you little one mad gypsy show.
Prove it wrong,
and slap that smug look
off the stone face of Time.
Now go home and enjoy,
your little circle **** within your own head
that you were right
and there is no god.
Its all in your head
whispers the priestess to your Tech,
he controls your thoughts
and monitors your escape

Go ******* some more,and spill yourself
on the floor of your room.
That was the last of your soul,
now lick t up and weep for the days that your were wrong.

Its about Time you knew
who your real father was
He was the preacher from church
he got turned on when I confessed.
He was the only one who would listen!
You have to FORGIVE ME!
but isnt that what he was for?
and now the ******* of the church
has the right to forgive

Now take that .22
says the little man in your head
I live right here
between your green eyes
pull the trigger
and pop goes your head...
Are you right now?
finally got some peace and quiet...
Now think of what you've done,
made a mess of the wall.
Someone's going t have to clean that up, you know?
How very uncouth of you...
But I shall forgive you, my son.

It's not a sin, my daughter, it's not a sin
says the preacher as he wipes her lips dry.