Christianity has a built-in defense system: anything that questions a belief, no matter how logical the argument is, is the work of Satan by the very fact that it makes you question a belief. It's a very interesting defense mechanism and the only way to get by it -- and believe me, I was raised Southern Baptist -- is to take massive amounts of mushrooms, sit in a field, and just go, "Show me."
Your house is Falling down Around Your Feet, And you got Nought To eat, Don't worry Be happy. Your fish Have drowned You wear A frown, You search But you don't Own a pound, Don't worry Be happy.You ain't got Nowhere to Play, Just balconies And Motorways, Don't worry Be happy.You meet Someone You really like, They tell you to Get on your bike, Don't worry Be happy.You're on your bike And all is fine, You get caught In a washing line, Don't worry Be happy. You go to school The school is Gone, The Government Put pressure on, Don't worry Be happy. Your tea is Dry Your ice is Hot, Your head is Tied up in a Not, Don't worry Be happy. You worry Because You're hurrying, And hurry Because You're worrying, Don't happy Be worried.BENJIMAN ZEPHANIAH!!! YAYYYYYYY
The world is like a ride in an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly coloured and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question: "Is this real, or is this just a ride?" And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, "Hey, don't worry, don't be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride." And we kill those people.
That's an act, that's a frying pan, that's a stove, you're an alcoholic! Dude, I'm tripping right now, and I still see that that's a fucking egg, alright? I see the UFO's around it, but that's a goddamn egg in the middle. There's a hobbit eating it, but goddammit that hobbit's eating a fucking egg! He's on a unicorn. But, no, th-th-th-that's a fucking egg. How dare you have a wino tell me not to do drugs!
There's traffic in the sky and it doesn't seem to be getting much better there's kids playing games on the pavement drawring waves on the pavement shadows of the planes on the pavement its enough to make me cry but that don't seem like it would make it feel better maybe its a dream and if I scream it will burst at the seams this whole place will fall to pieces and then they'd say...well how could we have known? I'll tell them it's not so hard to tell if you keep on adding stones soon the water will be lost in the wellpuzzle peices in the ground but no one ever seems to be digging instead they're looking up towards the heavens with their eyes on the heavens there are shadows on the way to the heavens it's enough to make me cry but that don't seem like it would make it feel better The answers could be found we could learn from digging down but no one ever seems to be digging instead they'll say...well how could we have known? I'll tell them it's not so hard to tell if you keep on adding stones soon the water will be lost in the wellwords of wisdom all around but no one ever seems to listen they're talking about thier planes on paper building up from the pavement there are shadows from the scrapers on the pavement it's enough to make me sigh but that don't seem like it would make it feel better the words are still around but the words are only sounds and dno one ever seems to listen instead they'll saywell how could we have known? I'll tell them it's not so hard to tell if you keep on adding stones soon the water will be lost in the well
So let me drown so I can breathe again I’m through choking and suffocating on alter egos and alterior motives which weigh you down and take control of the way you are and the things that you need the life you live and the dreams that you dream distort and blur all in slow motion they broke you down and now you're broken and it’s sadder than the saddest movie I ever saw but with out the beauty so I stopped watching, I stopped caring I lost all interest and I stopped wearing these plastic smiles I’ll wash my hands clean I'll forget that you forgot about me and I’ll live the life, the big city feeling cause it’s better than suburban dreaming Living off the friends that hate you who talk shit on me like I don't know who my real friends are anymore no I don’t know you anymore and it’s sadder than the saddest movie I ever saw but without the beauty so I'll stopped watching, I'll stopped caring It's like I’m falling asleep with my eyes open shutting down and off the lights cause after all of this it’s all or nothing still I wouldn’t try to fight
Go back to bed, America, your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed America, your goverment is in control. Here, here's American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up, go back to bed America, here is American Gladiators, here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on the living in the land of freedom. Here you go America - you are free to do what well tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!