| Mother is busy, she won't even miss me | |
| And so busy praying she won't see me waiting | |
| I hate all your reasons they just point to | |
| JesusYou can't be awakened when 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 | |
| When they burned me then, they still seer today | |
| Embedded in a memory that won't change | |
| How can you talk to | |
| [3x]When you won't talk to me? [repeat] | God |
| 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, | |
| And some winters in times when | |
| I wasn't too dirty for mud. | |
| When you'd hit your own 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 | |
| [3x] | God 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 | |
| GodWhen you won't talk to me? | |
| When he won't talk to me | |
| [2x] | Someday you'll be, better than me |
| But you won't talk to me. |