Skeptics think its a doctored photo of a U.F.O
Its all just a hologram, locked in a vault, its a cryptogram
Youre wasting your breath on life after death 'cause Im almost sure
If hell does exist, then the Devils a scientist, finding a cure
Its just like the Egyptian tombs, tunnels leading to empty rooms
And life in the D is what was handed to me and thats what Ive got
Its life, microscopic size, unseen by the naked eye
When God made the earth and saw his net worth, he posed for a shot
The answers encoded with ink thats invisible