he rose up from a toilet    bearing gifts and bleeding from his ass    and from 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've 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