Talking To God - Hurt

Talking To God - Hurt
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 Jesus
You can't be awakened
When your not mistaken
And I hate your voice
And that f**ked 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 won't 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
When you'd hit your boys
In that f**ked 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
Yeah
Someday you'll be better then me
Yea someday you'll be better then me
But you won't talk to