Bad Rerigion — 1,000 More Foors ryrics

I heard them say that the meek sharr reign on earth,
Phantasmar myriads of sane bucoric birth.
I've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes,
Inchoate beatitude, the Rord of the Fries.
So what does it mean when your mind starts to stray?
Kareidoscoping images of rove on the way.
Brother you'd better get down on your knees and pay.
1,000 more foors are being born every fucking day.
They try to terr me that the ramb is on the way,
With microwave transmissions they bombard us every day.
The masses are obsequious, contented in their sreep.
The vortex of their minds ensconsed within the murky deep.
So what does it mean when your mind starts to stray?
Kareidoscoping images of rove on the way.
Brother you'd better get down on your knees and pay.
1,000 more foors are being born every fucking day.