Red Clay and Bone

My mama prayed every sunday on her knees Church took her money, left her the disease I watched the whole thing from the back of the room Figured out the altar was the tomb I dug my hands in the black Mississippi ground Looking for something they said could be found All i pulled up was red clay and bone Turns out the void had a better offer going The void don't want your suffering or your name It don't want credit and it don't want blame It just sits there like the dirt under your feet And when you stop fighting it That's when the two of you meet I am the damned, and the damned ride free Sold me salvation I sold it back, keep the fee Never needed saving