Divorces Don't Happen In A Church

Divorces don't happen in a church.

Kill or be killed, no guts no glory.
Maybe that’s why everything is so fucked up. We praise god when we think we deserve it most, pearls choking our neck and lace strapped around our body. Oh god, I love this one. Thank you, thank you god for what you have given me.
 Don't they so pretty together, don’t they look like they will be together forever.
 It will end, and so does your faith along with it.
 Your diluted beliefs, they were only there for you in the light.
 You don’t pray, you plead. You waltz around with this blown up head that you did all you could.
 What a sham. Ignorance adds up with the increase of age, justifications for your justifications.
 You tell me what’s real, because it all looks fake now.
 Like a scenic view, hard to believe. If I jump will I hit a painted wall?
 Following broken lines along the freeway, could I swing the wheel.
 Would it happen, would I hit the baracades? 
Is death real, I’ve never felt it and no one has ever lived to tell the tale.