Thoughts & Prayers

Go! Fuck! I don't want this, I don't need this I don't give a single fuck about your thoughts and prayers Salvation in destruction, and I am the apostle of pain There's more money in tragedy, and more net worth in self pity So you're doubling down inside of your screen, hiding behind attention you seek There's nowhere left for you to hide the bodies Don't pray for me when you're the one to blame Don't think of me when you go up in flames Don't pray for me when you're the one enslaved No miracles, just fantasy Separated Separated So spare me your pity symphony Wake up and get up off your knees Handcuffed by Sunday fallacy Crucify the saint in your soul An addict for plaudit, you get your crucifix Don't pray for me when you're the one to blame Don't think of me when you go up in flames Don't pray for me when you're the one enslaved Don't wish me well, in your fantasy You know the dead can't hear you The holy well is dry So when you face the truth Open your fuckin' eyes Preying on the violence You fabricate a script Preaching to fill your pockets But your god is counterfeit You love to play the victim Can I get an amen? Yet you canonize yourself While you wear this crown of shit You get what you pray for You don't get anything playing the part when it's insincere So give up the pain, give up the game Just give up the holy ghost You won't get what you pray for, won't get what you pray for