[Verse 1: Theory Hazit]
I feel like I'm wearing a blindfold
And I hear voices in my head that keep calling me
It's cool cause I see better with my eyes closed
But this black cloud still follows me
I lost some family members this year, it's been rough (rest in peace)
I have a difficult time looking up
I had my heart broken recently
Man, I just want God to speak to me
But all I get is "Ditch your life, blah blah blah, whoop dee woo" From other folks that don't know a ho ho from Susie Q
Ain't nothing sweet at all though, it's awful
I'm also deprived from community
Faith is at an all-time low
Feeling hella thirsty, tempted to holler at
Every single priest I come in contact with
Surfing on the p**n sites whenever I get depressed
This is what it looks like when I escape from that
No accountability, abandoned by my own
Sowing of neglect and so I sit on the throne
Folded my arms, crossed my legs, tipped my crown, and stuck my chest out
Power tripped then I fell down
Lord, I can't hear you
Alright, I'm listening
Lord, I'm listening
[Verse 2: K-Drama]
I got a lot of cares on my train of thought
That travel full speed through my head, I feel distraught
At times, it's hard to stay on track
Cause I don't wanna misrepresent this cross I'm carrying on my back
But I don't even feel like the Lord is hearing me
Am I talking to myself? That's how it appears to be
Feeling the heaviness when I pray, is His ear near to me?
I don't see any [?] so what is near and dear to me?
I'm aware that doesn't mean He doesn't care
Just tired of feeling like my prayers don't make it through the air
Speak Lord, I need your comfort and direction
Speak Lord, I don't wanna feel neglected
[Verse 3: Jon Corbin]
Speak Lord, I need more than my knees floored
My spirit's soundtrack: melancholy keyboards
Guitar strings emanate from the church
I'm kneeling at the altar asking what my life is worth
Cause if I had worth, wouldn't my dad love me?
I'm living in submission to my father's curse above me
An empty vacuum s**ing up my joy
Invisible tattoos marking this bruised boy
Story after story, Scripture after Scripture
Page after page is painting this clear picture
That God is a mighty wind, Spirit moves swiftly
So tell me Lord, why haven't You yet hit me?
Self-doubt, deprecate, self-criticize
Self-loathing, all for self, never knowing why
We equate our broken fathers with the Most High
I just wanna know how You see me in Your eyes, Lord