Dying can be that easy,
Getting born again can be somewhat hard.
A snake eating its own tail,
Riding the new wave of new.
Wading in the sentimental sperm of now.
Don't wait for God to judge you because we can do that.
The words you sing are wrong since all masters are taught exactly what masters are to know.
The chorus sings: "I'm unimpressed".
The one who is only God cannot be thee top dog.
Employer, employ me some stale dead dog fuck all fuck bag.
Hey!
Heave! Ho!
Well, in case you did miss the memo
Rest in peace neoclassical absurdity.
Let's polish turds.
Then eat them.
Yum, yum.