Christ and friends out foxed Jesus
Fox and friends do your research
Don't support that Glenn Beck villian
When I snap it's him i'm killin
Spewin hate to angry people
Fuelin rage to create evil
To comprehend his agenda
You need God to recommend ya

in progress

No Gods, no masters, just natural disasters
Spell casting witches and electrical switches
Live in the current, sparking an interest
Love is my life, drugs are my mistress
Sharpen the knife on wrists of the wicked
Vertical cuts are the ones you can live with

No sermons, no pastors, just natural disasters

Set your alarm gotta get up early
Master wants me in at six thirty
Work in the earth gettin dirty
Crack the whip if we're unworthy
I punch the clock and stomach the gimmick
Never ask why I'm a cynic

Make that money, keep on spending
The cycle is never ending
Make that money, keep on spending
The cycle is never ending

Check your mail, pay your taxes
Wealth's the measure of the classes
Invented system of corrupting masses
Democracy now means fascist
Can't sensor this you fucking bastards

Make that money, keep on spending
The cycle is never ending
Take that money, start amending
End your life of constant envy

The day of rest, the day of reason
Corporate and religious treason
Simple minds, simple meanings
Hypnotized there's no redeeming
Qualities in human beings

Make that money, comprehend me
Fashion me a toxic ending
Take that money, stop pretending
The cycle is never ending

The Cycle

Set your alarm gotta get up early
Master wants me in at six thirty
Work in the earth gettin dirty
Crack the whip if we're unworthy
I punch the clock and stomach the gimmick
Never ask why I'm a cynic

Make that money, keep on spending
The cycle is never ending
Make that money, keep on spending
The cycle is never ending

Check your mail, pay your taxes
Wealth's the measure of the classes
Invented system of corrupting masses
Democracy now means fascist
Can't sensor this you fucking bastards

Make that money, keep on spending
The cycle is never ending
Take that money, start amending
End your life of constant envy

The day of rest, the day of reason
Corporate and religious treason
Simple minds, simple meanings
Hypnotized there's no redeeming
Qualities in human beings

The pride we swallow is cancerous rubble
The trouble we're breeding is straight from the devil
The lies that we're living won't soon be forgiven or forgot
Like war with Iraq
Crimes committed won't ever be admitted
Still know that you did it
Never fooled me for a minute
I lust for the real and find nothing but evil
Common decency don't exist in people

3rd revision

Don't know what you're doing until you've done it
I've only thought it, I haven't begun it
The unthinkable treatment of people
Like we don't think we're all equal
If I pass you by and you catch my eye
Nod your head or you'll fucking die
It's what I'm thinking and not saying
What I'll be doing if you keep on praying
Get off your knees you can't bow to Jesus
Until you get some valid reasons
Christianity has no equal
They monetarily mastered evil
By evil I do mean money
If you've got none then you mean nothing
Be careful when it's God you're trusting
We behave at a loss of substance
Stage one to how they corrupt us
Make that money, keep on spending
The cycle is never ending

Don't know what we're capable of until we've done it. I've only thought it I haven't begun it. The unthinkable treatment of people we meet like we don't recognize we're all human beings. If I wave to you or nod my head return the action or you're fuckin dead. It's what I'm thinkin but not sayin it's what I'll be doing if you keep on prayin. So get off your knees you can't bow to Jesus until you get some valid reasons or realize you're bound to evil and brainwashed like millions of people. Christianity has no equal because they monetarily mastered evil. When I say evil I mean money, and if you've got none then you mean nothing and you're a slave to the boss you're trusting. You behave at a loss of substance, stage one to how they corrupt us. Make that money keep on spending. The cycle is never ending.

Sick

Don't know what we're capable of until we've done it. I've only thought it I haven't begun it. The unthinkable treatment of people we meet like we don't recognize we're all human beings. If I wave to you or nod my head return the action or you're fuckin dead. It's what I'm thinkin but not sayin it's what I'll be doing if you keep on prayin. So get off your knees you can't bow to Jesus until you get some valid reasons

Sick of it

I'm getting sick of merely existing to get by. Working jobs to make others rich then paying a percentage to the government who uses that money to raise a massive military they use to invade countries and steal their resources and sell them to us for more profit. I find it mind boggling how brain washed people are. So much so that they openly support this corrupt government unquestioningly much the same way they follow their religion... I'm disgusted with humanity in general (including myself at times). We live in a perpetual state of fear and it's robbed us of our humanity. Everyday I think to myself how I can escape this system and all I come up with is death. I want to make a difference, I want to open up peoples eyes to the world I see. Too often this feels like an exercise in futility. People are indoctrinated to such high levels it may be irreversable in many. Through religion, education, and media they brainwash us. They make us fearful, greedy, and vain, in essence they strip us our of humanity then burden us with stress to the point where we don't even care anymore. These words feel like my last hope. I've fallen through every crack, I'm stuck in every trap. All I've done is follow the path you're supposed to, but now I'm done and I want to expose you.

Work in progress

I'm your slave and you're my master
You're the product that they're after
Farm bred slaves are manufactored
These cheap labor passive bastards
Have no idea they were captured
They live in fear of doom and rapture
Driven to consume advice of pastors
Religion is the device of masters
It's a tool to mold the minds of many
They want it all, you can't have any
Make the money and keep on spending
The cycle is never ending

Revision

It's the thought that God is flawless that allowed us to be swallowed. In the belly of the beast we're too proud to fault our morals. Ten paths lead to defeat and only one to salvation and it's guarded by a god from all denominations. As I approach the path to hell at least I've got a soul to sell so grab the queen and grab the king I want more blood than gasoline, I want to end this tragically. We engineer diseases to please us and the Christian cancer was diagnosed as Jesus they would kill us if they didn't need us and you can't enslave an aborted fetus. They have their principals and those all have reasons with the illusion they're closer to the soul than treason. Heaven is the white mans Eden while heathens live to feed their demons

Mortal Combat

It's the thought the God is flawless that allowed us to be swallowed. In the belly of the beast our open wounds are bloody treats. Ten paths lead to defeat only one to salvation and it's guarded by a god from all denominations. As I approach the path to hell at least I've still got a soul to sell, so grab the queen and grab the king, I want more blood than gasoline so I can build my oil dynasty.

Questions

The questions we don't ask are the ones that we're made of like why they painted Jesus white and made him betray us. Are the people in charge the ones we're afraid of? What do they do with the money after they rape us? Build satelites to silently tape us, psychologically they spit in our faces and push us around, tell us to be gracious. No wonder we're all fucking racists, the rich all have the same colored faces.