Uses part of The So-Called Law of Gravity by The Impeachables
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Superstition

Lyrics: 

Never outside
You kept me away from the sun
With the disguise
Pixels pictures in motion
My mind outcries at this chance to rest my eyes
Blacked out I am worried

Mobo shows no light
ATX Tower
Powered off it seems

Ehh
Aww you are broken
I tried my best to restore
That instant
And all the whirring of the cores*
Guess I’ll try again, or take you back to the shop

Plucking parts
Trying to isolate the cause
Of it not working right
Clearing off some of the dust
Shine a flashlight
Checking if something fell off
For a while
Plug it back in

Mobo shows no light
ATX Tower still
Powered off to me

Ehh
Aww you are broken
I tried my best to restore
That instant
And all the whirring of the cores
Guess I’ll try again, or take you back to the shop

Come on you piece of shit
Work dammit work, GARRRRGH

An hour of no PC
Hours of no PC
…hope I didn’t void the warranty

Cause it is broken
Messin with it couldn’t restore
TES Skyrim
And my level 7 Orc
Let me back in I’m going through withdrawal

based on a true story.

*computer processors don't actually whirr, however the cooling fan is an integral part of your average pc that does whirr.

You are broken (parody of Paramore)

My name is eric cuz I stare at ya
in reflections, made aware of your bare ass
Through the glint of the stars, I took pictures to harass
And shared it anonymous cause I was embarrassed
To be exposing you openly, that’s a felony
no consequence after I blocked the web sheriff
I dare ya to compare the sizes of clerics
Bend over and take it, declare the butthurt of merit
The winner is my fist, the reverend left fist
My right one was giving a domestic experience
To your face, pair that up with a stairway to god
As long as everything happens for a reason you caught
Some STDs, thank the lord I got off,
Busted a nut to dump the load in the box
Donald Trump has got my vote now, that’s hot
It’s Obama’s fault your body’s out cold and not
And I just stared at it, because I’m Eric
That hair-raising night you were hysterical
No reason to scream just cause my hand’s on your throat
I just wanted you to know that I’m mentally unstable
You heartless bitch after I ate your torso
I’m a racist who saw your menstrual act
In the empty black between your rib cage that
is anatomically, in fact incorrect
but it has nothing left, its now so empty
The rotting skin is arousing and stenchy
I’m sorry for writing something so crazy 
and fucked up. But once I raise the pen I can’t stop
jabbing it back down to keep it red with fresh blood
and even psychos tell me that’s enough.
Do you mean it though? Or does yes mean no?
Or are you really trying to replace me with your clean coal
I’m a dirty nuke with a flirty fluke
You’re a simpleton blasted by my megaton of seamed soul

Enough Fucked Up Shit Draft

Queen Of The Skies Draft

Yall know me, still the secular heathen with no G
Hated on by the GOP, cultist freaks like stephanie or Jordan pete
With no reasoning skills and no deep understanding or concept of philosophy
Mad at me cause I’m the new atheist who held on to his sanity
Got a distance I keep from the wackos who say the facts don’t care about your feelings then act 
like a bitch on heat, When they speak about daddy Christ jeez
Did yall try to walk away with my keys, nuts deez
You better return those proceeds, who you think taught you to speak free
Who you think offended the most creeps
Politically correct from both extremes
Barbaric cunts from the west or east
We meant motherfuck your beliefs
Gave you a culture with no need
To give a fuck when the logic was good
When you needed the right to burn a shitty book
Who’s the group that backed your blasphemy?
Y’all better listen up closely, all you morons that turned to god
Or turned gop, you lost the right to say science is your deed
So fuck yall, all yall, don’t cry when they come for your weed
PragerU can suck my dick and crowder can cower for eternity

Nowadays everybody talks like they’re the new the new punk
But fallacies comes out when they move their lips
Just debunked bullshit
Motherfucker don’t act like you aren’t a snowflake

[LOL my rapping is worse than before, the recording is just to prove that the lyrics work]

Forgot About Atheism (rough draft)

An important passage from this book by conservationist Carl Safina about the population capacity of the planet and lifestyles. Read by me in my best audiobook voice but I do not own the rights to the text, lol

Yan-Deriction