( ) I lost all faith in my God in his religion too I told the angels they could sing their songs to someone new    ( ) I lost all trust in my friends I watched my heart turn to stone I thought that I was left to walk this wicked world alone     ( ) Tonight I’ll dust myself off Tonight I’ll suck my gut in I’ll face the night and I’ll pretend I got something to believe in And I had lost touch with reason I watched life criticize the truth Waiting for a miracle I know you have too Though I know I won’t win I’ll take this one on the chin We’ll raise a toast and I’ll pretend I got something to believe in If I don’t believe in Jesus how can I believe the Pope If I don’t believe in heroin how can I believe in dope If there’s nothing but survival how can I believe in sin In a world that gives you nothing we need something... to believe in...

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Cette chanson évoque une profonde désillusion face à la vie, où l’énonciateur se sent abandonné par sa foi et trahi par ceux qui l'entourent. Il ressent un besoin urgent de retrouver un sens et de croire à quelque chose, même si ce n’est qu’un mensonge réconfortant. Dans ce monde difficile, il cherche des raisons d'avancer, malgré les doutes et les luttes intérieures. Ce combat pour croire, même en temps de crise, reflète l'espoir humain de trouver un point d'ancrage, même dans les plus sombres des circonstances.