Bad Religion

Taxi driver, you're my shrink for the hour
Leave the meter running, its rush hour
So take the streets if you wanna
Just outrun the demons, could you?
Allah-hu-akbar, I told him don’t curse me
But boy you need prayer, I guess it couldn’t hurt me
If it brings me to my knees, it’s a bad religion
Undying love, To me it’s nothing but a one man cult
With cyanide in a Styrofoam cup
I can never make him love me,
Never make him love me, no, no
Taxi driver, I swear I’ve got three lives
Balanced on my head like steak knives
I can’t tell you the truth about my disguise
I can’t trust no one
You say, Allah-hu-akbar, I told him don’t curse me
But boy you need prayer, I guess it couldn’t hurt me
If it brings me to my knees, it’s a bad religion
Unrequited love, To me it’s nothing but a one man cult
With cyanide in a Styrofoam cup
I can never make him love me
Never make him love me, no, no
It’s a, it’s a bad religion
To be in love with someone who can never love you
A bad, only bad religion
Could have me the feeling the way I do

Frank Ocean, Bad Religion (from the album Channel Orange, 2012)

The Song Here.