Only if you can see the Earth spin around Will you find that all that trouble's not a curse but a crown Open your mouth and watch your words hit the ground You deserve something better It's your turn here and now

 

I try to count the stars playing Jesus on the cross Floating in the water on my back, I'm at a loss How can all these people trust in God When Planet Earth is more than ample evidence His plans haven't worked Millions of people slain by weapons and tidal waves And man responds with more prayer and idle praise I'll start my own religion worshipping my dog Jack Cause dog spelled backwards is god and that's a fact It's as good a try as any to get us back on course My churches will be full of petty criminals and whores Should Jack fail to save us, we'll sacrifice his ass Then write a book about him, so his legacy will last Centuries on, they'll recount the tale of his Immaculate conception from a mother no one nailed Jack Christ, the Son of God, a pedigree messiah Here's a bone for all you non-believers calling me a liar

 

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It's clearer now More deities will help the people be at ease Hear these commandments and Consider who you stand with Fear reason, it leaves you bitter and abandoned Get around it, there isn't any proof The truth is founded on a better standard A leap of faith will keep you safe And meet demands that men have made For centuries to seek escape from understanding But if all this was made without a plan Then maybe man can see himself As a random grain of sand And just relax, no pleas for help will be of use I'd rather trust the facts than take a chance And have a hand in hustling acts Like empty promises that death is not the end Don't know what lies beyond the intellect Or comprehend why the universe expands And how it all began, but I won't be Pointing fingers at a rambling bearded man And looking into Jack's eyes I couldn't tell a lie This boat will never capsize if I go to hell and fry So let them try defend a higher power Men and women cry for bread and wine forgetting why And they'll be dead in time just like all the rest of us I'm getting kind of tired of the fuss No one's testing us

 

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And when the end is near I'll travel to the Southern Hemisphere Knowing that my head is clear Of fairytales and myths A better twist awaits me, I'm convinced the afterlife Will be the nap that I've Been dreaming about half my life A sleep without alarm clocks No reason to be mourning I can think of a million more boring Ways to pass the morning But before then, concentrate on here and now No stalling will do us any good We should be living, not performing