Existence

This hollow feeling, the knowledge that you exist

Amidst your insecurities, cover up only to coward out

And never shutting up only to never speak aloud

Have you dried up entirely?

The walls of a church don't make it holy

It's what's authentic that completes the sum of it's parts

Don't excuse yourself from life today on the pretense of your past

You're hurt, you're broken, that's alright

This might be what it takes to wake you up

This might be what it takes to wake you up

Are you at your wits end yet?

Are you at your wits end yet?

Are you at your wits end?

Are you at your wits end yet?

The walls of a church don't make it holy

Security isn't glitzy or glamorous, concrete or cohesive

Therein lies the truth, lift your head up high

It's what we know we aren't that makes us who we are

It's what we know we aren't that makes us who we are

You're hurt, you're broken, that's alright

That makes us who we are

You're hurt, you're broken, that's alright

That makes us who we are