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
Joke shop poison rose bud
Emanating smoke screen and only
Begotten son soap suds
€œCome 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
What, you didn't expect joe and
Mare' to volunteer the truth
And judas did not hang from his own noose
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
It'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
FK 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 fk it says in ancient text