Talking to God

Mother is busy, she won't even miss me

And so busy praying she wont see me waiting

I hate all your reasons they just point to Jesus

You can't be awakened if you're not mistaken

And I hate your voice and that fucked up noise

And your cliches and the things that you'd say to me

Where they burned me then, it still seers today

Embedded in a memory that won't change

How can you talk to God [3x]

When you won't talk to me? [repeat]

So i begged you just for a word

That through the day you might have heard and...

She wouldn't listen to my words

Always i'll remember some good times,

Some winters in times when i wasn't too dirty for mud.

When you'd hit your boys in that fucked up voice

On your black days, oh! the things that you'd say

To me when they burned me, yeah they burned me

Oh they burned me, yeah they burned me

So how can you talk to God [3x]

When you won't talk to me?

I know every little word

Of all the things that I have heard

So how can you talk to God

When you won't talk to me?

When he won't talk to me

Someday you will be better than me [2x]

But you won't talk to me.