The Good Depression - Evidentialist

I hear those voices
This is not a simple circumstance
Feel the eyes glaring
Fixed on the forsaken son
Standing at the alter
They won't stop staring
Does your grim religion
Bring on new reasons
That help incite the fearful
All on the word of an old book?
Does it induce visions
And force decisions
In spite of how you feel?
We’re all scared inside
Feeling the needle dig around
Next time you pressure me
I’ll bury your hope in the ground
Drown all your sorrows
Death to the morals
‘Cause we are the faithless ones
Does your cause reveal meaning
Behind the words you’ll preach to your masses?
“It’s for your own good”
That’s what you said to me
Control these voices in my head
Save me