Designer Thorns
Written March 26, 2004

Sometimes, you just wish that the foretold second coming of Jesus Christ was something other than a marketing tool, used to instill fear into the impressionable and finance the mult-billion dollar juggernaut that is Religion, Inc. One needs look no further than the success of a recent "biblical epic" (scare tactic) at the theatres. Indeed, sometimes you wish that the stories you heard in Sunday school were all true, and that good ol' JC was just watching us pathetic creations wander about aimlessly, waiting for the right moment to pounce...

I'm getting tired of my mallcore generation
Flat out refusing to think for ourselves
Our hobbies these days include MTV and masturbation
Too blind to see we're on a collision course with hell

Hey, it's getting hot in here
Would you mind, would you mind if I took off these shackles?

Jesus! Don't fail me now
The time has come for smiting
You can show 'em holes in your hands
But nobody's biting
Nobody's biting

Another day, another war, we're so damn predictable
And all us sinners caught in the corporate shrapnel blast
Lives dictated by brand names, it's gotten so despicable
A never ending ad campaign trail that leads to our last mass

Hey, answer a prayer or two
Would you mind, would you mind maybe wiping this plague out?

Jesus! Don't bail on me now
We need the final sighting
Crown of designer thorns and some wrath
It's all in the timing
Strike while they're buying

There's never been a better time for revenge...