I Believe

Erin Lecount · I BELIEVE

I believe, I believe
I believe, I believe
I'm on the cusp of my star sign
I'm an agnostic, I'm on the cynic side
When it comes to God, I cannot decide
Another a piece of me compartmentalised
I've read the magazine personality quiz
"I know who I am", I said on the internet
I don't give a shit what your people think
But I'm making sure you're aware of it
I'm living in a secular age, looking for someone to blame
Looking for someone to love me, to save or be saved
And so this year I abstained in almost every way
I cut off all of my hair, I didn't eat for days
I couldn't satiate this hunger I contain
I had my body bathed in holy water, down the drain
But I believe, no
A vacancy, an apathy
God, the novelty's wearing off on me
And the medicine is a funny thing
It's the dopamine, it's synthetic and
When I call a friend, we don't mention it
Discussing the weather while we're both under it
But it's temporary, I call it discipline
I'm sober, I'm celibate, and God still won't let me in
I'm living in a secular age, looking for someone to blame
Looking for someone to love me, to save or be saved
And so this year I abstained in almost every way
I cut off all of my hair, I didn't eat for days
I couldn't satiate this hunger I contain
You self-inflict the pain, but guilt won't make you clean again
But I believe, no
I believe in you and me, God, I believe in the machines
I heard you're looking for a saviour, honey, put your faith in me
Wait for God to intervene, say, "It just is what it is"
Blame it all on the eclipse, solar systems, politics
But it's the future, it just is
It's the future, it just is

I Believe

Erin LeCount’s “I Believe” begins with a contradiction: the speaker is agnostic, skeptical and wary of other people’s certainties, yet still wants to believe in something. The song turns that uncertainty into its subject rather than treating it as a hurdle to overcome. Internet quizzes, magazine personality tests and the declarations we make about ourselves are presented as fragile ways of assembling an identity. The narrator can proclaim independence from other people’s opinions while still carefully managing what they think. That is not hypocrisy so much as a recognizable form of vulnerability.

The lyric grows darker as it links spiritual hunger to bodily deprivation and the desire to be saved—or to save someone else. The speaker tries abstinence, drastic change and ritual purification, but none of it can fill the vacancy. Belief appears less as doctrine than as an unmet need for love, direction and a reason to endure. The title’s repeated phrase therefore feels unsettled: the song keeps asking what, exactly, its narrator can still affirm.

Far Out reviewed LeCount’s *Pareidolia* EP as a striking DIY statement, while RTÉ’s artist feature supplied broader biographical context. Those sources speak to the project and the artist rather than establishing a separate consensus about this song. “I Believe” is most compelling in its refusal to resolve doubt with an easy conversion. It lets skepticism and longing coexist, suggesting that faith can begin not with certainty but with the willingness to admit how badly one wants something to be true.