១ Vellichor .
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?
១ Vellichor .
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?