God Sent Christ Twice lyrics

[spoken]
“Okay, when we look at Colson Lin’s proposals. He says: ‘Turn war into video games’ and ‘End slavery.’”

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“But what I’m having trouble seeing is how ‘ending slavery’ and ‘ending state-sanctioned violence’ could be related projects.”

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“Let alone helpful given the suite of deadlines I’m under.”

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“Right? Same. Plus racism.”

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“Right, you can’t forget all the racism.”

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“If Colson Lin were white, he’d be a racist. If He didn’t claim to be the Second Coming, he’d be self-hating. What are we left with?”

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“I just see impractical ideas coated in the pretension of being luckier than me, a person stressed out by deadlines.”

[spoken]
“So that’s the Second Coming?”

Sup Babylon, Winston Smith here
And I’m writing you from forty years after 1984
I’m gay—family’s well, and all my friends are awesome
I’m really only doin’ this Dynamite because I’m bored
And angry—End Times clowns, are you f*ckin’ kidding me?
I’m p*ssed as an angel stuck in psychoemotional Hell
Why are you motherf*ckers so “scared of sufferin’”?
Are you really that freakin’ important
In the grand scheme of things?
(So baby) f*ckin’ burn—burn, baby, burn
I have the right to say that—here, check my credentials
Either I’m more of the same?
Or Colson Lin’s a little bundle of revolutionary potential
So baby burn (burn, baby, burn)
Reality isn’t nice, and God sent Christ twice
(Do you hear me?)
I said reality isn’t nice
And God sent Christ twice

Burn, baby, burn (ooh, ooh)
Tangentially
Essentially
Sententially
Torrentially

Anyway, so these are all just “words”
That I’m putting into something called the continuation of the Bible as the Second Coming of Jesus Christ
Writing humanity’s Final Testament
So hi there, hidey ho
Evidently? There’s a “very big hole” inside postmodernity
Also? The First Amendment made me feel good to say this
Also? The global internet means I could pop at anytime
I’m psychoemotionally ready for 8 billion folks hatin’ this

(That’s okay) So f*ckin’ burn—burn, baby, burn
I have the right to say that—here, check my mementos
Either I’m more of the same?
Or I’m a little bundle of revolutionary potential
So baby burn—burn, baby, burn
Reality isn’t nice, and God sent Christ twice
(“Did you hear me?”)
I said reality isn’t nice
And God sent Christ twice
Ooh, ooh
It really is a ridiculous situation when you
See what I offered, and see what I want from you
(The end of war, slavery, and Colson Lin’s non-notoriety)
Ooh, ooh
It really is a situation, even 2024 AI can follow
See what I offered, and see what I want from you
(Your passion’s a fraction of mine passed through a ridiculous brain)

[spoken]
“Ah, it’s so easy for me to make AI agree you’re civilizationally stupid!”

[AI-synthesized laughter]

[spoken]
“That’s how Pepsi works, really. You can’t spray Pepsi at God and expect it to stick.”

So f*ckin’ burn, baby—burn, baby, burn
(In an earthly way, as cancers parade through your family)
I have the right to say that—here, check my potential
Either I’m more of the same?
Or I’m a little bundle of revolutionary torrentials
So baby burn—burn, baby, burn
Reality isn’t nice, and “God sent Christ twice”
(Hm, did you hear me?)
I said “Reality isn’t nice”
Yet God sent Christ twice
Ooh, ooh (quintessentially, is how I’m essentially)
Confidentially
Inferentially
Totally totemically (totes mcgotes, read Tolstoy excitedly)
Existentially