[00:13.26] Have you any idea what you are
[00:16.29] Con artist, unbalanced
[00:18.67] To be predicting the end of days
[00:20.90] Preaching myths to the masses
[00:23.93] Oh God, if you do exist
[00:25.85] Muzzle this harebrained, audacious prick
[00:29.13] The world will sing
[00:31.39] Go to hell, Harold Camping!
[00:33.99] Think for yourself, don't be devoured by his fictitious assumptions
[00:39.06] He's a dispatcher of fantasy
[00:41.19] Delivering myths to the masses
[01:03.05] I know exactly what you are
[01:06.18] God speaks to me too, from afar
[01:08.83] Yes, I predict
[01:10.56] The death of one Harold Camping