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