It’s a cause that makes me suicidal.
It’s all the same to me just comic books and bibles.
The righteous man wasn’t right he was just a man.
I gripped onto faith but it shattered in my hand.
Goddamn the hand that holds back the man.
So I razor blade the truth to gut out the facts.
I didn’t find proof so I sat back and laughed.
All the will that I wasted and the hope that it took,
they still talk about god like they read it in a book.
Goddamn the hand that holds back the man.
Dear god, don’t walk away we need to talk about this and all the
unheard prayers and the childhood I missed.
I wonder why you won’t answer me.
Then I realize you don’t exist.
