Jesus hacked me
with a bloody spear,
he hates me because
I know he faked.

Back then in Golgotha
he died like a wimp
just to reborn
by his father in sky.

He kissed his birdie
a goodnight kiss,
but forgot to set up
the alarm for the dead.

When the souls of the christians
lied in their coffins still
in hope to see god
they turned into dust.

Faith is like blasphemy
when the stakes are high;
live your life
and forget the sky.