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

Rеfuse to believе
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
Put 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