Talking To God Lyrics - Vol. Ii - Hurt

Mother is busy 

She won't even miss me 

And so busy praying 

And wont see me waiting 

I hate all your reasons 

They just point to jesus 

You can't be awakened 

When your not mistaken 

And I hate your voice, 

And that fucked up noise 

And your clichés and things that you'd say to me 

When they burned me then 

It still seers today 

Embedded in a memory that wont change 

How can you talk to God 

How can you talk to God 

How can you talk to God 

When you won't talk to me? 

Yea how can you talk to God 

How can you talk to God 

How can you talk to God 

When you won't talk to 

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. 

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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 

Yea, they burned me 

Oh they burned me 

Yea, they burned me 

So how can you talk to God 

How can you talk to God 

How can you talk to 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 God 

When you won't talk to me 

When HE won't talk to me 

Someday you'll be better then me, 

Yea someday you'll be better then me 

But you won't talk to 

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