Bigotree - Time

Now what if your life was like this as opposed to traps

Step, out of the routine, to expose the facts

Fiction is religion

Diction is depiction

Christians don’t listen

Man, just relax

I’ve wrote six hundred and sixty five poems

Six hundred to go after i was h*t with sixty six stones

Face a waste temple tantrum

Strep throat bl**dy tonsils

Only halo i ever had was on my gaming console

Mental mechanic manual, wrench holder responsible study

Wept for forty days and forty moons without leaving the terrain muddy

Dehydrated eyes, desert tears no light in the tunnel or sky

Pouring questions through a funnel of why

See, everything’s thought if a single organism doesnt believe

Sp*ce is extinct and the sun’ll die

Every minute messiahs migrate and every four years one’ll try

It’s up to you if you want to run or fly

I come down to earth or whatever you want to call it

Learn just for fun though

I left my wallet and my soul in el segundo

Walking across still waters as they cascades into night

I can’t walk on top, neither can jesus but that’s all right

So change is eppervescent in the eye’s of adolescent loop holes

Twist story’s around curves content with falice scoop soul’s

In flew bold blend’s baffaling by the dozen

The bible belittle’s

Only in the instant of residles now it’s all determine by way of

Ingenius thought

Someone traced orginism’s into the livestock’s crops

Circles of patterns

We’re all statues with imaginary pigeons

Now if took a step left altering my decisions

Would i change the past changing perspectives on religion

What if we’re all a b*tterflies dream

Contradicting that life can’t be manipulating demeaning the beautiful

Or maybe we’re all ready dead and this third pebbles our cubicle

Where we walk on slaughter

Crucifying nails, rivers are veins of thought

I got my throat slit and took a cigar cutter to the hand of god

I collect cuticles

Lathargic coop’s hold pigeon prophet’s

Missing out on life cause misery contends logic

Out of pocket now to prophet purposes

The collection cup’s circling

Amongst the crowd

Worth to miss services, purposeless

These are thought’s of nervousness

Believe in something worth your wrist instead of bl**dy slit’s

Fist’s over cuff’s, contend’s with destruction

Society overflow’s with sin as we relay morbid malfunction

See here’s a test to see if your missions is complete on this planet

If your still alive, it isnt, don’t panic

Now what if your life was like this as opposed to traps

Step, out of the routine, to expose the facts

Fiction is religion

Diction is depiction

Christians don’t listen

Man, just relax

What if the world was dark and my shadows were light

Does the sun rise every morning for us, or out of habit

The universe expands with every step of wisdom

But if i step off the cliff well my guardian angel fall with me?

The point of impact doesnt kill it’s the bounce back

Can i vaporize clouds with thought?

Conceptualize illusion cause that’s all you got

The more i talk about my questions the more i find my answers

When we dream are we alive

And we’re awake are we dead

I went to sleep

I woke up this morning

I found god, he was an aetheist

I went to work, he went to chruch

We wasted our life

Now what if your life was like this as opposed to traps

Step, out of the routine, to expose the facts

Fiction is religion

Diction is depiction

Christians don’t listen

Man, just relax

Turned on the faucet and washed my hands with (misery)

The tears that bond can never put back together my (heartbreak)

I know cuts can hurt but words bring the worst (pain)

Keep your thoughts to your self, while you walk alone

But never break stride in the path of (rejection)

Lying away all by myself

With nothing to say and no one to help

Everything i was told was lies, false, fairy tales

Christian scientist fiction, mythology

Forgiveness seldom seen

Found everyone i ever came in contact with and drenched them in apologies

Tell a human a secret, i’ll tell you a human can’t keep it

Rumors could cause a million suicides with a single breath said

Fluff my pillow and kiss me good night as the monsters under my mattress

Mingle around my death bed

This mess led with enough said

Divisible found a rest plead

Peace, inside a coffin closing what is left

And that’s blessed -becoming the fertile earth

Part of the soil so i grow forth

Told one of the two i’d be visiting

But neither to explore

Choose my own path to find yet

Distance reach divine quest

Death display’s fright f*cking with your mind -yes-

Ask me what dream’s may come and i will tell you the truth

Lie’s fill the afterlife you’re living in a neck tied noose

See here’s a test to see if your mission’s complete on this planet

If you’re still alive, it’s not don’t panic

See here’s a test to see if your mission’s complete on this planet

If you’re still alive, we’re not, don’t panic

We all do normal things

Like play with tarot cards on acid

We ask for receipts and recycle plastic, me

Id rather a sylvia brown and focus on seventy two degrees

With no sun, rose light and no snow melting from trees

We all like nicknacs

The pictures stare, cause we’re moving statues

Building houses and drinking oil but we never put the sticks back

Addicted to prescriptions but never to healthcare

Democrats love to rhyme, al gore ghostwrote welfare