Finding Absolution
By: God0fWar & Cry
Psychiatrist: So, tell me. What's your biggest issue in life right now?
Patient: Well uhh.. I don't really uh, think I have a problem, man.
Psychiatrist: Then you wouldn't be here would you? The first step to solving every problem is admitting you have a problem. So again, tell me what it is.. or who it is, that is causing your life all this pain and suffering you keep locked up. We've got 34 minutes left, and I'm not going anywhere.
Okay.. well...
Man my shoulders weighted, my heart mus' be cold or tainted
I know she loves me, but I just wanna roll or escape it
her holds escapeless, neithers interested in truth
conversations turn to screams, screams turn to domestic disputes
I cant accept this abuse, wait... she's so sexy I need ta focus clearer
but while shes tryin on clothes
im watchin the girl behind her pose in tha mirror
sometimes I just need to be near her, but do I really love?
I mean she gave me her innocence.. so I'm the only thing shes guilty of
I feel filthy...fuck, there cant just be nothin
I gave her an engagement ring, that has to mean somethin
maybe i dont trust n, that'll be my best excuse
but I love how it feels, when I chill, n jus lay down next ta you
to upset ta move, she thinks shes bringing our lives closer
but if shes the love of my life.. christ I think my lifes over
I need my mind sober, tired of feeling a lovers sorrow
maybe if I just go to sleep. I'll wake up n love her tomorow
its so fuckin hard tho, i dont know if I can let u go
maybe I can, but god damn
if im so unsure, then how tha fuck do i let you know
Psychiatrist: Okay so it's a girl, well then let's go deeper. Tell me how you REALLY feel. Just... let your thoughts carry the conversation. Pretend I'm her.
Man, didn't I just tell you...
A burden's on me, but God damn this heart that returns to armies,
'cause sometimes.. it's just so much I'd prefer departing?
but day-dream's done; return to sparks we.. can't be talkin' this,
we can't be honest, it's just another fight, we're happy opposites!
hands seem lost to width.. and the length's overwhelming..
fingertips cross and shift, then you can always tell we...
- no wait.. please, help me!
before my mistake; or seed, comes and sails free..
binding hatred together with some saline just to nail feet
- and hands down to a cross, one created in love by vow of a God,
one I'm not sure I believe in, so for now I'm just... "Lost"
lost to love, but not lost to lust, I guess that makes me a sinner...
is it wrong that I think more about what she makes me for dinner?
and less about making it with her? I dunno this, but...
I can't get a handle on anything but the ones I grope to fuck,
love's slowin' up.. it almost feels brain-dead...
I'm attracted to any dame except the one that I came with,
I want to fuck someone famous, I want to take this...
to the next level? riiight, marry the girl I had to already break in,
niiice... Man, I HATE THIS, I just can't decide..
especially when she's so good to me that I have to lie...
have to try and brave through, relate to love and make due,
even if that means caring for a baby that grows up to hate you...
Absolution.. it's brain-food, it makes you just who you are,
and on a downhill slope, is where my love for you starts.
Patient: So Doc, I guess need absolution.
Psychiatrist: *laughs* good luck with that.