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 its 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, wits end yet, 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 (who we are)
 You're hurt, you're broken, that's alright
 That makes us who we are