How
How could you question God's existencewhen you question God himself?Why would you ask for God's assistanceif you wouldn't take the help?
If you're gone, then I need youIf you're gone, then how is any of this real?When I'm on, I believe youWhen I'm not, my knees don't even seem to feel
How could you tell me that I'm greatWhen they chew me up, spit me out, pissed on me?Why would you tell me that it's fateWhen they laughed at me, every day, in my face?
They say the end is coming soonerBut the end's already hereI said today is but a rumorThat we'll laugh at in a yearOr two, or three, or four, or five, whatever
How?How could you tell me that I'm great?How?How could you tell me that it's fate?How?