Your eyes are blinded by the mist of belief
The idiocy of mankind, all the feebleminded
Your ears are filled with the lies of relief
From facing the brutal workings of reality

If ignorance is bliss, you must be so happy
To cring to it with ever so militant prowess
You cannot change the workings of reality
You can only cower within your small minds

Your eyes are filled with mist
You are an ignorant creationist
Your cataracts will not fall
Even when you've been proven wrong

To you the world is flat and unchanging
When we know it's round and free ranging
If you ever knew what you talked about
You'd know to keep your fucking mouth shut

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