“Ohh and the harsh reality
Is they've made grace for you and me
Instead of saving you and me,
They're just enslaving you and me.
These Social Drugs...
Messing with my mind,
Telling me I'm fine,
Wanting me dead.”
“Karen- Grace. It's Christmas, for goodness sake. Think about the baby Jesus: up in that tower, letting his hair down... so that the three wise men can climb up and spin the dradel and see if there are six more weeks of winter.”