another thought to chew on...philosophy101October 3 2002, 12:21:35 UTC
::Philosophy 101:: God? God who? Popularity, Money, me, you… that to My point exactly This endless philosophy-101 take the pen turn it into a gun rata-tat-tat-tat how do you like that? My ink flows like the sky You read my message and your heart cries who, when, where, and why?!? Feeling nothing but endless hate You feel so small, and the world so great Reach to the heaven’s Not for the bottle at the local 7/11’s Empty just like the words You huddle with the massacred herds. Finding peace in sex and drugs Hiding our skeletons in the closets under the rugs Who is to second guess me?!? Better take your words and use them liberally Don’t speak to loud For fear of amassing a crowd You have the message we all need But are to weak to lend a hand and feed The enraged, the depraved The minds so small, so concaved, enslaved, ill-behaved Nothing to show them the reality So you consume irresponsibility And leave them in complete abandonment Resent, consent, defendant Of what you call a worthy cause As you shatter those glass jaws You see the fear they portray You know exactly what not to say You sooth their aching sores All the while slamming the doors To a whole new world of possibility Only for your own simplicity Of handling them like so many puppets Your conscience amounts in counterfeits Like a square peg you lose your leg To save your arm from any harm Using the lies you processed Knowing how to be dressed Your independence confessed Your determination professed Your ignorance need not be stressed… It is clear from here that you have lost All consciousness of the cross. Long before you opened your mouth, Your morals bought a one way ticket to the south. Don’t preach God… God who? Popularity, Money, me, you… that to My point exactly This endless philosophy… 101 Reloading the gun Like a ring this message has no end Only when you decide to bow and bend Your profane will to the ultimate, insane thrill Of the blood stained and drained on that hill Eternally sealed Prophecy fulfilled His blood creasing Limitless mercy never ceasing Amazing, Shining this God thing Plagiarism? Please I use pure wisdom Don’t rebuke this child With a pen I grow wickedly wild I come from the school of lyrical success I must confess I love individuality Personality, spirituality, co formality… co formality? You must be crazy Universal school of rhyme My words are on God’s time Instituting my lyrics Capture me, Rapture me Take me away- Like Gwyneth Paltrow In a Shakesperan play My methods are like a smooth libretto… Hell bound in a basket Sucking on your thumb Tisket-a-tasket Winding up in a casket A pure reactionary My word is non-contrary Pure philosophy of my own studied theology Coming from the mouth of God This disciple’s message is shod In preparation of the gospel Put on the armor “cha~ching” It must be a Christian thing I get this feeling That makes me fall through To the depths of you Where I am lent the wisdom to bring you up Taking your hand and filling your cup To the naked, untrained eye Can’t see time fly by Living life on a broke down carousel Spinning around in a modern day fairy tale Can’t you see your ways lead to Hell?
God? God who?
Popularity, Money, me, you… that to
My point exactly
This endless philosophy-101
take the pen turn it into a gun
rata-tat-tat-tat
how do you like that?
My ink flows like the sky
You read my message and
your heart cries who, when, where, and why?!?
Feeling nothing but endless hate
You feel so small, and the world so great
Reach to the heaven’s
Not for the bottle at the local 7/11’s
Empty just like the words
You huddle with the massacred herds.
Finding peace in sex and drugs
Hiding our skeletons in the closets under the rugs
Who is to second guess me?!?
Better take your words and use them liberally
Don’t speak to loud
For fear of amassing a crowd
You have the message we all need
But are to weak to lend a hand and feed
The enraged, the depraved
The minds so small, so concaved, enslaved, ill-behaved
Nothing to show them the reality
So you consume irresponsibility
And leave them in complete abandonment
Resent, consent, defendant
Of what you call a worthy cause
As you shatter those glass jaws
You see the fear they portray
You know exactly what not to say
You sooth their aching sores
All the while slamming the doors
To a whole new world of possibility
Only for your own simplicity
Of handling them like so many puppets
Your conscience amounts in counterfeits
Like a square peg you lose your leg
To save your arm from any harm
Using the lies you processed
Knowing how to be dressed
Your independence confessed
Your determination professed
Your ignorance need not be stressed…
It is clear from here that you have lost
All consciousness of the cross.
Long before you opened your mouth,
Your morals bought a one way ticket to the south.
Don’t preach God… God who?
Popularity, Money, me, you… that to
My point exactly
This endless philosophy… 101
Reloading the gun
Like a ring this message has no end
Only when you decide to bow and bend
Your profane will to the ultimate, insane thrill
Of the blood stained and drained on that hill
Eternally sealed
Prophecy fulfilled
His blood creasing
Limitless mercy never ceasing
Amazing, Shining this God thing
Plagiarism? Please I use pure wisdom
Don’t rebuke this child
With a pen I grow wickedly wild
I come from the school of lyrical success
I must confess
I love individuality
Personality, spirituality, co formality…
co formality? You must be crazy
Universal school of rhyme
My words are on God’s time
Instituting my lyrics
Capture me,
Rapture me
Take me away-
Like Gwyneth Paltrow
In a Shakesperan play
My methods are like a smooth libretto…
Hell bound in a basket
Sucking on your thumb Tisket-a-tasket
Winding up in a casket
A pure reactionary
My word is non-contrary
Pure philosophy of my own studied theology
Coming from the mouth of God
This disciple’s message is shod
In preparation of the gospel
Put on the armor “cha~ching”
It must be a Christian thing
I get this feeling
That makes me fall through
To the depths of you
Where I am lent the wisdom to bring you up
Taking your hand and filling your cup
To the naked, untrained eye
Can’t see time fly by
Living life on a broke down carousel
Spinning around in a modern day fairy tale
Can’t you see your ways lead to Hell?
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