stream this song | open this song in your browser | back to album page | back to homepage We, God Track 7 from "I.P.O.P.I.F." by proGrammar Once upon a time, and every second or so since, a human being stood on the planet Earth, feet tensed, gazed into expanses of space that lay before him like endless yards of deepest blue velvet. Now as it was impossible to travel quick like a rabbit to the next star system, he felt isolated like an abbot living like a hermit. Green like Kermit with the sickness of loneliness and pointlessness. Plus, there were some other queries that needed answering. The type of thing where no matter the amount of studying you'd never bring yourself to satisfact' conclusion. Yet and still the human wasted his time perusing on, How did we get here? What is there after this? What is the secret to peace and happiness? Apparently the gift of life was not enough on its own. He needed explanations for the stuff that was far beyond the reasoning powers of his brain, so he invented a story, gave the characters names. Depending on the time and place of his existence, plus race, financial status and other factors, God was a raven; Earth was a cracker. The heavens were created by our benefactor and Hell's inhabited by our souls detractor. Human fate's decided by divine play-actors. Or the Gods were animals. We were made in his image. They were the ones that decided that our village should be covered in magma. But whats the diff? All of these examples are the products of humans wishing and hoping; attempts at coping; an escape from reality, like the type that dope bring. As time went on and we learned more about the world we live in... older religions gave in and caved in. Since the days of cave men, religions been used as an excuse for enslaving. Theologies stacking up like cars and cabooses. You ever stop and think about just why Zeus is no longer worshipped? It's cause the scientific door hit his ass on the way out the Pantheon. Man been on a god hunt since the day of inception, and without exception it's all been guessin'. So with all due respect ____ your lesson, ____ your preachin', and ______ your professin'. I've had it up to here with alla this messin'. I'm born, I live, I die. No questions. No questions, yo, no question... stream this song | open this song in your browser | back to album page | back to homepage