Текст песни Jesus In A Bowl Of Germs

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,

“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 ofSage Francis - Jesus In A Bowl Of Germs - http://ru.motolyrics.com/sage-francis/jesus-in-a-bowl-of-germs-lyrics.html
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;

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.