"If you're one of those people who finds the bashing of religion and stuff tiresome or offensive, just... give me five more minutes."

Your Sunday Sermon.  You're welcome.

"Swing your partner by the hand

Have a baby if you can

But if the voices your head

Say to sacrifice your kid

To satiate your loving God's

Fetish for dead baby blood

It's simple faith, the Book demands

So raise that knife up in your hand!

Swing your daughter by the hand

But if she gets raped by a man

And refuses then to marry him

Stone her to death!

If you just close your eyes and block your ears

To the accumulated knowledge of the last two thousand years

Then morally, guess what?

You're off the hook

And thank Christ you only have to read one book..."

"“Look Storm, sorry, I don't mean to bore you 

But there's no such thing as an aura!

 Reading Auras is like reading minds 

Or tea leaves or star signs or meridian lines 

These people aren't plying a skill, 

They are either lying or mentally ill. 

Same goes for those who claim to hear God's demands 

And Spiritual healers who think they have magic hands. 

By the way, 

Why do we think it's okay

For people to pretend they can talk to the dead? 

Is it not totally fucked in the head 

Lying to some crying woman whose child has died 

And telling her you're in touch with the other side? 

I think that's fundamentally sick 

Do we need to clarify that there's no such thing as a psychic? 

What, are we fucking 2? 

Do we actually think that Horton Heard a Who?"

Do we still think that Santa brings us gifts? 

That Michael Jackson didn't have facelifts? 

Are we still so stunned by circus tricks 

That we think that the dead would 

Wanna talk to pricks...

Does the idea that there might be knowledge 

Frighten you? 

Does the idea that one afternoon 

On Wiki-fucking-pedia might enlighten you 

Frighten you? 

Does the notion that there may not be a supernatural 

So blow your hippy noodle 

That you would rather just stand in the fog 

Of your inability to Google?"