Heaven

　　You want to talk about heaven?

　　You want to talk about freedom?

　　You want to talk about a perfect world?

　　Shut the fuck up,

　　Look at yourself,

　　What perfection is there within you?

　　What would your fucking freedom look like?

　　Shut the fuck, up your butt,

　　And go to school,

　　Like fucking everybody else,

　　And let me tell you this,

　　Before any idiots get their hopes up,

　　School takes a long fucking time,

　　Within this lifetime?

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　　Heaven in Hiding

　　You`ve searched and you`ve searched,

　　But could find no hint,

　　Of this thing called happiness,

　　But throughout it all,

　　You asked the questions,

　　And were shaped, to fit right in,

　　And when you`ve decided,

　　To stop looking,

　　There you`ve found it,

　　The perfect girl, heaven,

　　You`ve traveled long and far,

　　Your weariness overtakes you,

　　Your energy has been drained,

　　And you think you can make it no longer,

　　As you take your last steps,

　　You realize, this is the end,

　　You wonder if it was worth it,

　　At that last question,

　　You smirk to yourself,

　　At least you tried,

　　You`re heart calm at this achievement,

　　And then you find it,

　　A paradise, heaven in hiding,

　　Throughout this journey,

　　We can`t help but think,

　　What it takes to get there,

　　What it takes to get in,

　　But heaven is scattered all over,

　　Waiting for the deserving.

　　A Demon`s Heaven

　　A place where its not weird,

　　To fuck your sister,

　　Impregnate her,

　　Raise a daughter,

　　Just to breed her as well,

　　Where its not weird,

　　To let the dog fuck you,

　　Because it feels so good,

　　For someone so beautiful,

　　To be degraded,

　　To the level of a beast,

　　Try as you might,

　　You can`t help but want it,

　　You`re a free person,

　　And you`re bound to think it,

　　Because you can, right?

　　Because you can,

　　And if you can think it,

　　If you can want it,

　　I can assure you, you can have it,

　　There are places for all sorts of desires,

　　A time and a place for all sin,

　　After all,

　　Sin is just one among many,

　　Of god`s wonderful creations,

　　But is it above or below?

　　Does god favor the sinner,

　　Or the upright citizen?

　　Who does he award these things?

　　Or does he respect,

　　The force in which we claim it?

　　One thing`s for sure,

　　I definitely won`t tell you,

　　If you were to achieve it,

　　I`d be too jealous.