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?
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?
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From what I can tell, the song seems to be an inner turmoil. The protagonist is questioning God but at the time seems to hold some sort of hope. With the first verse he seems to be addressing another person and asking them how they could go on with themselves without faith, and towards the end he's questioning it himself without any real resolution. The song seems to be about doubt but at the same time he's trying to believe. God tells him he's great and that he's loved and that's his fate, but he's having a hard time believing it because of some sort of lack of self-esteem. People laugh at him for his 'superstition' and torment him, so he takes it out on God asking him how can what you say be true when everyone says something different. I think the end of the song resolves in him being sort of resolved, but it doesn't imply one way or the other.
Though it is clear the song is about questioning belief in a God, I don't think it is meant to be a conversation (between two people or entities). This is someone questioning their own beliefs, an internal monologue. Through internal dialogue realizing the belief in God is individual concept. You could then speculate that if my God let me down, then the God or vision of God you created is faulty (How could you tell me that I'm great).
lol you are way far off man. inner turmoil my butt. he is basically saying he doesn't believe in christ. saying he won't question or ask for help bc he doesn't believe. Then he moves on speaking for christ saying how can u tell me that i'm great while people beat up him, spit on him and etc. which basically saying if he is god then he wouldn't allow that to happen. seriously... it should be obvious.
tom I think your wrong. First god is not a individual concept, and he does not think he is god. How can you say he doesn't believe in god? Why would he ask for god's assistance if he doesn't believe. The religious struggle is people spitting on you, and rejecting you. (aka Um Jesus?) Fate doesn't mean life is easy. It's the difficult moments in life that make people strong.<br />