Theory Hazit - Speak to Me lyrics

[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