Cultclass - Dark Time Sunshine

Take a load off, wrap your head around it

It’s fairy, fairy-tail, becomin' real now

Believin' everything because there’s nothing to believe

Scientifical faith has now been conceived

Let’s go to heaven on a rocket ship, mate

That’s already been paid for by the church’s collection plate

Measured by Einstein while Darwin provides the iodine

Joseph and Mary with the gifted offspring, refined

And fit for fascinating inventions in carpentry

Able to forgive everybody, even you and me

Even able to forgive Cain or vice-versa

Principalities performed the policies of the Prince of Persia

Cultclass, a combination of the big blast and God’s hand

J-J-J-Jesus combination of the big blast and God’s hand

J-J-J-Jesus superstar, amen

Holy mountain and aliens, we are them

Men, women, and children

Inertia, virtual campaign

Apple computer, apple, also Adam and Eve to blame

Along with Microsoft employees, thus apostles

Noah has two of everything, but lacks an engine and a throttle

Yet, Aristotle prepare, he was saying the rosary is proof of physics while

those classmates stare

But never can explain how Enoch and Ruben were just delivered

Abra-kadabra, element, mechanics, and a glass slipper

Big dipper, little dipper, holy water, (splash)

Many, many prophets were the testaments of Bible’s author

With use of monocle and telescopic tools

Interpretation is what you make of it in the star pool

Cultclass, a combination of the big blast and God’s hand

J-J-J-Jesus combination of the big blast and God’s hand

J-J-J-Jesus superstar, amen

Holy mountain and aliens, we are them

Men, women, and children

Right behind my eyes, lies a dragon peering into the abyss

You might catch a glimpse, illumination, doppelganger, twist

My, my with the, shark, plunder, vomit

Who outshines Horatio, the innards of a comet

Change or die hissy

More tongue, spectacle storms

Minute maids were worlds with words

Never conform to darker holds of death

Or the way of the Sith

My soul clings to the life

Because when the water’s naked, I’m gifted

And lifted, from this physical form

To celestial my-ways which enslaves the norm

To banish glad tidings to the boundless realm of joy

And witness worlds as the Tube makes my life a toy

To the crooks hands, I’m pregnant with wonders of the deep

My voice shall slumber underground visualizing the peak

That bright world with love

Substantial and sincere

When shall I awake from this dream and find me there?