mother is busy she won t even miss me and so busy praying and 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 fucked up noise and your clichs 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 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