Sage Francis Lyrics
Sage Francis Lyrics
"Jesus In A Bowl Of Germs Lyrics"
ASAP Lyrics
Asap Asap I’m on the grind grand hustle Got the mind and the muscle 50 carats in the crown just to shine on you suckers Still tote the glock 40 For the haters and the bustas Fuck Probation if a nigga try to play me imma buss em I don’t need no security reachin for my jewelry Get ya nigga popped quick fill full of hot shit Fresh out the box TIP Hotter than a drop 6 Made a quarter mil in t
Asap Asap I’m on the grind grand hustle Got the mind and the muscle 50 carats in the crown just to shine on you suckers Still tote the glock 40 For the haters and the bustas Fuck Probation if a nigga try to play me imma buss em I don’t need no security reachin for my jewelry Get ya nigga popped quick fill full of hot shit Fresh out the box TIP Hotter than a drop 6 Made a quarter mil in t
Jesus In a Bowl of Germs
Pictures of fields without fences...
Shangri La...
and Jesus, Jesus in a bowl of germs
(don’t get scared dad...)
after all god loves this whole of worms, but hates common black sheep who refuse to follow the shepherd. Who heard little lambs into slaughter?-LISTEN - to the silence of the man’s-LIFE-is a serial killer far
too complex to expose any logical pattern, below saturn and mars there are stars dominating the tunnel vision of cast obstruction and jesus might have been a biological weapon of mass destruction,/
specifically designed to wipe out millions with vanity and pride, lab engineered and born, advanced chemistry in a bowl of germs like hybrid corn, complete with hidden agenda beneath the surface lurking and smirking under a crown of thorns./
The crucifixion was a hoax, a cruel
She Is Not Dead Lyrics
Come singing, saying praise her beauty lives she is not dead Although I must walk alone I am part of her if I must hurt anything it will not be her Come singing, saying praise her beauty lives she is not dead What happens to her happens to me what happens to her happens to me Although I depart alone from our great earth she has given more than I
joke shop poison rose bud, emanating smoke screen and only begotten son soap suds,Come singing, saying praise her beauty lives she is not dead Although I must walk alone I am part of her if I must hurt anything it will not be her Come singing, saying praise her beauty lives she is not dead What happens to her happens to me what happens to her happens to me Although I depart alone from our great earth she has given more than I
“Come and Wash Your Sins Away!”, said the spider to the flying rows of holy roman hope bugs./
Let’s see if we can give noah’s old flood a run for it’s money with the first drop of cold blood from the cross began a damned birth. the contamination spread without aids hospital orderly’s or cancer sticks, and stone moving angels, but no bones for artifacts or relics, just a vacant hole on easter sunday and a note about his rising soul,/ sounds pretty fishy; stand atop the mount and feed me loaves of bullshit our last meal was a feast at a table headed by a lupine figure hiding in fleece./
no one ever thought to check jesus for the sign of the beast, no one ever lifted his hair and looked beneath, it was there on his neck, no one cared, or was even looking for proof./
Bing Crosby/Victor Young Orchestra Written by: George Gershwin/Ira Gershwin/Dubose Heyward From the Broadway play Porgy & Bess I got plenty o' nuttin' An' nuttin's plenty for me. I got no car, got no mule, and I got no misery. De folks wid plenty o' plenty Got have a lock on dey door, 'Fraid sombody's a-goin' to rob 'em While dey's out a-makin' more. What for?
it was just made to look that way, Jesus Christ! he was a planned device, schizophrenic double edge sword; prophet and antichrist;/
good but ultimately evil, with multiple people within shouting orders. leading the flock over the border and through the woods into the land of honey milk and slaughter,/
selling water for wine in between black out gorges on swine, eventually leading up to crusaders with torches in line, all the way to Jerusalem from north of the Rhine,/
infected by motives that were all but divine, and the same virus has still got the sons and daughters of time on life support waiting for orders to die./
they struggle to stay afloat while their saviour keeps walking on by, on top of the water kicking salt in their eyes./
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The Places We Go Lyrics
When I left there was nothing to see Nothing to cherish and nothing to be These days it's alright to me Maybe I'll stay awhile The Northern air Still carries the sound of my prayer Hearts break and time takes it toll on The places we go This tiny piece of blue sky I can see from where I lie Is bluer and brighter than I Ever thought possible The Northern air Still car
t’s all in the mind state, they’re all still alive but planning their own wake, waiting for the wave of an apocalypse that already came to break;When I left there was nothing to see Nothing to cherish and nothing to be These days it's alright to me Maybe I'll stay awhile The Northern air Still carries the sound of my prayer Hearts break and time takes it toll on The places we go This tiny piece of blue sky I can see from where I lie Is bluer and brighter than I Ever thought possible The Northern air Still car
FUCK ARMEGEDDON, life is heaven and hell, the only fate is what we make/ the only fate is what we make fate is what we make, fate is what we make, we make fate.
your essence was conceived and born to breathe in pictures of fields without fences, it remains relatively unconcerned with this non existent god forsaken whole of worms; natural selection has you headed for shangri-la, don’t settle for jesus in a bowl of germs, don’t settle for allah, amon-ra, vishnu, or abraham in a bowl of germs. don’t settle for anything less than universal respect for every living creature that has breath in it’s lungs and chest regardless of race, sex, preference, or whatever the fuck it says in ancient text.