Speak to Me

[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 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 porn sites whenever I get depressed This is what it looks like when I escape from that No accountability, abandoned by my own So I [?], so I sit on the throne Folded my arms, crossed my legs, tip 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 [?] of what is near and dear to me I'm aware that doesn't mean He doesn't care Just tired of feeling like 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] 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 alter 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 sucking up my joy Visible tattoos marking this bruised boy Story after story, Scripture after Scripture Page after page is painting this clear picture That God is almighty, with His finger moves swiftly So tell me God, what happened that Dad hit me? Self-doubt and deprecate, self-criticize Self-loathing, all for self, never knowing why We equate our broken fabric with the Most High I just wanna know how You see me in Your eyes, Lord