How

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?
How could you tell me that I'm great?
How?
How could you tell me that it's fate?
How?

The Neighbourhood - How

/ So hollow, but deep /

Still darkness is my favourite tune and sadness is my favourite feeling... And this song embodied all the desperate beauty of all the things I love and crave for deeply inside. And I'm in morbid love with it. Such kind of love, when I want to take a knife and just cut my hands.