[b]O Lord my imaginary god, When I in fucked up wonder,
Consider all the people Thy Hands have killed;
I see the flaws, I hear lies,
Thy evolution throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my braincells, My False God, to Thee,
How murderous Thou art, How hypocritical Thou art.
Then sings my braincells, My False God, to Thee,
How murderous Thou art, How hypocritical Thou art.

When Christ never comes, with shout of blunder,
No heaven, what disappointment shall fill my heart.
Then I shall puke, and then urinate on thou non existent throne,
And then proclaim: "My God, how fake Thou art!"

Then sings my braincells, My False God, to Thee,
How murderous Thou art, How hypocritical Thou art.
Then sings my braincells, My False God, to Thee,
How murderous Thou art, How hypocritical Thou art. [/b]