I pray to science that the final dying relays and sparks
Of your dark, deceitful mind
Simulate an afterlife defined by torment and strife
Worse than any Bible lines.
I pray to science that experiments discover in truth
That when hos and liars die,
That they suffer the fate of Deuteronomy 28,
Verses 15 through 69.
I pray to science,
'cause I can't pray to anything else,
'cause if god hasn't listened till now,
Then what are the odds there's a hell
For you to burn in dear,
For you to burn in dear,
For you to burn in dear, for me?
I pray to science that as a withered, rotten hag of a girl
With no children teeth or hair,
That the cobwebs and cocoons around your atrophied heart
Fall away. Maybe then you'll care.
I pray to science that Moroccan rocket scientists find
That bad boys and girls like you
Suffer punishments worse than the stuff they can find
In the Surat al-'Ankabut.
I pray to science,
'cause I can't pray to anything else,
'cause if god hasn't listened til now,
Then what are the chances in hell
That you'll be burnin' dear,
Burnin' for lyin' dear,
Burnin' for cheatin' dear, on me?
Someone told me when you die a chemical is released
That makes you think your final instant lasts for centuries.
But even with a million virgins, I'd skip paradise
For approximate eternity with you still by my side.
I pray to science for the women who've devoured the hearts
Of devoted men like me,
'cause the bitter crimson of those bloody body parts
Will forever stain their teeth.
And if Science deigns to grant me one last line in this song
That I wrote about despair,
On the off chance that my supplications find the right ears,
Let my dear, still let my dear be spared.
I pray to science,
'cause I can't pray to anything else,
'cause if god hasn't listened til now,
Then how will I find you in hell,
Find you to see you dear,
Find you to call you deer,
Find you to tell you dear, the truth?
That I still need you dear,
That I still want you dear,
That I still love you dear, even down here.