Paradise of fools [scratches] 



[Alias] 

My frustration aimed at what I created has me feeling discombobulated 

I hated the boredom so I reinstated entertainment from a well being 

I'm seeing I made the wrong decision 

My project had appeared easy but had no direction and precision 

Beginners luck, only up to recent times do I feel stuck 

I'm the only one to blame for things that ran amuck 

I build up a universe that is now building me you see 

Technological advancement is the creator now 

And all things to be decided 

When they not even once touched my hands 

My quote unquote followers still constantly fill the stands on the so-called seventh day 

For years it's been this way 

But these people can't figure out whether it's the first or last day to pray 

They seem to think that I'm forgiving of all 

Which means they have a scapegoat, if they happen to drop the ball 

I've been called various names 

None of which to me are flattering 

They look to me for guidance but to me they do not matter 

In my eyes, there's nothing I can do to help their situation 

When they have internal conflicts with their whole congregation 

They gather every week and speak of me in songs 

These beings I created in this project gone terribly wrong 



[Chorus: x2] 

You all claim that you know me 

But you really don't ever forgiving you say of me 

In reality I really won't 

From the day I gave you life to your last annointment 

You have all been nothing but divine disappointment 



[Alias] 

So now I'm stuck to figure out what I should do at this point in time 

These creatures think that there's an afterlife 

So they spend their whole life benign 

They killed another creature years ago that claimed to be my son 

So now they mold their lives after him and claim that He's the One 

the one that will save them and lead them to a new breath 

I hate to break it to them... (I have nothing for you after death) 

So carry on if you wish unknowing, thinking breath is wind blowing 

Magnifying light bulb is the sun and tears a rivers flowing 

Think that every bad thing that happens to you is at my will 

Like bankruptcy, adultery and the reason why others kill 

Go on and be misled as you have your entire life 

You think that I'll somehow reward you for all your pain and strife 

I can't control destiny, where'd you come up with that notion 

(There's no cure for AIDS) so don't even bother with that potion 

I didn't create the disease to punish others, I didn't even make it 

So if you have that frame of mind you go ahead and break it 

I'm sick and tired of feeling responsibility for all of you ungratefuls 

Unwilling to share with the starving while you enjoying off your plateful's 

Even if I had the power to help you I wouldn't even bother 

So stop thinking that I love you and stop calling me your Father 

I didn't plan on you evolving into this mess with which I deal 

Asking for my forgiveness when you (lie, cheat and steal) 

What the hell do you want me to do? Try and save yourself 

I can't help your marriage, children or status of health 

My problem's far away, any of your so-called devastations 

Like this oncoming war between the so-called United Nations 

I regret making all of you, you make my blood pressure climb 

I wish I didn't make you, but even I can't turn back the hands of time 



[Chorus] 



[scratching] Paradise of fool