Foundation - Pray For Atlanta

I need your answers – like a hole in my head.
I know these stories are nothing more than myths.
I feel the only truth is one we make for ourselves.

I choose to respect this life – no concern for what comes next.
You just waste every second you have left.
I need your truth like a rope around my neck.

Your promise of 'love” I can not trust. Your 'light in the dark” I refuse to see. Your fucking answers. This force fed guilt. These falsehoods. I don't need. Refuse to believe. I will not surrender, or bow my head in shame. I will not bend a single knee. To uphold your tradition. Tie the knot on the noose. Kick the chair from underneath. Load one in the chamber – point the barrel and FUCKING squeeze. I need your answers like a hole in my head. This spiritual suicide I will commit.