He rose up from a toilet 

Bearing gifts and bleeding from his ass 

Inside his disinfected mausoleum 

He scrubbed his hands and prepared for surgery 

Inside the operating room he screamed 

"I believe this patient is already dead"

The nurse’s laughter echoed through the halls 

As the doctor lit a smoke and shook his head 



I have discovered another flaw 

In God’s sick invention 

We have built a time machine 

To travel through other dimensions 



The mercitron engaged the patient in 

A defenseless war against mortality 

Angered by the latest turn of events 

The doctor felt he should part company 

Upon arrival on the planet Mars 

While waiting for the mothership to come 

Dr. Piranha and his faithful disciples 

In orbit searched for a baboon’s heart 



We are what we are 

We are what we are 



Christ clones are imprisoned 

In slave camps on a planet of trolls 

As coal mines and tar pits 

Are filled with dead astronauts 



Malpractice in the cosmos 

The garden of stars is filled with vengeful enemies 

Assassins and hitmen eagerly await orders 

For research subjects to be purchased by the highest bidder 

I will be hunted for infinity 

Detected with a DNA radar, they’ll watch my every move 

The voices in my head will never cease 

Mocking me over and over and over and over again 



We are what we are 

We are what we are 



Christ clones are imprisoned 

In slave camps on a planet of trolls 

As coal mines and tar pits 

Are filled with dead astronauts

Christ clones are imprisoned 

In slave camps on a planet of trolls 

As coal mines and tar pits 

Are filled with dead astronauts