Pray for (Atlanta) - Foundation

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.