Faith and Stomach

I pray to god
Why is he on his knees again?
I pray to god
Why is he on his knees again?
How could you understand, it's not how it sounds?
When you're with him it just feels like pounds and pounds
And pounds of weight on you

The downpour perpetual
It's some backwards confessional
From god spitting out
Things that he doesn't wanna hear about
Why play so lightly with my lie?
The one I've had to swallow
For my entire life
Have you so little faith and stomach
That you've gotta turn away
Ignoring all the stains?

I want to doubt it
And God knows I've doubted
And watched your face sink through the pane
You argue with bare feet
A frightened sacred plaintiff
Not completely ignored
Your salted skin
It reeks of wine
You heard him well
He said drop and give me plenty
Then turned to God
"Why is he on his knees again?"
You are begging
And pleading
And praying
And screaming

I just wanna know what this is...
I just wanna know what this is...
I'm right here standing at the edge
I'm holding the little box you gave me
Dying to know what's in it

The trench in your heart
Is that hole in your yard
That you dug with your bare hands
With nail-biting prowess
This ditch that your in
From that hole in your head
The same one that you open
To cry out
"I swear to god, why is he on his knees again?!"

Play making, your paper doll house
Your very own set
Out of bounds
He raises an eyebrow
And then
He raises a hand
You say I don't know how to be here any more
It's been too long
He says I don't know how to do this
Anymore
It's been too long