Delusional Bar-jona
Cosmology
There must have been a time
No physical thing exist
The unwilling argue
Bury their heads
In the fucking sand
Growing tired
Of them shifting the burden
Growing so fucking tired
They try to transfer
The burden of proof
Waste this world
For the next
Dying for a life
With an incestuous ghost
That no man can fucking see
Answering with a riddle
They build a palace
On hollow ground
Growing tired
Of them shifting the burden
Growing so fucking tired
They try to transfer
The burden of proof
A professorship of theology
Has no place in our institution
Prove His existence
Or denounce allegiance
Prove His existence
Or denounce