Lyrics Cultclass - Dark Time Sunshine

Cultclass

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?