Bridges burnt, vehicles freefall toward an oceanic surface,
hurricanes spin outta control, earthquakes scar mother nature.
Priests begin to question themselves and humanity's purpose,
touching children in ways that wouldn't please our savior.
Santa Clause robs a bank, reindeer games take place in Boston,
and people dress up for candy and a little bit of sex appeal.
A father doesn't get laid much, in fact, he watches porn often,
while his son hates his life -- all too familar with how sex feels.
Mom kneels in her boss' office, earning that upcoming raise,
while his family is watching elsewhere, bodies cold in a grave.
A man sleeps on cardboard, happy and content with everyday,
while a model makes millions but still can't look in a mirror.
Sadly, a mother aborts her seed, stealing it's chance to play,
while it's father sits at home with three bottles of everclear.
My teacher watches us read, while contemplating suicide,
while one of his students loads the. 45 beneath his desk.
Police are planting evidence to ruin an innocent man's life,
as a bomb downtown leaves hundreds of families a mess.
An actor can't handle the attention and decides to pop pills,
while the news writes his story... a two year old girl is killed.
I wonder if God is an asshole, isn't it genetic?