You: pop I let the guses out!
You: And jesus is shooting up heroin.
You: I think God killed himself
You: Cause really he was a closet women.
You: And everyone wanted him to be their daddy.
You: So she blew her brains in.
You: And in doing so created a universe of suffering.
You: And that's were we are. right here <===
You: in the universe of the dead god.
You: and no one wants to believe.
You: Cause they thought they were good for christmas.
You: And santa was like I don't exist you bitches
You: I never existed
You: Cause I was to busy banging mrs. claus
You: really a transvestite.
You: Cause that's what gets Mr. Santa hard.
You: But he too needs to shoot up heroin cause transvestites aren't enough.
You: He also needs a bit of pain and euphoria.