This Room Is Alive

This room's alive
 Breathing, in this moment, each one of us is leaving
 All of life's worries and troubles, far behind
 Speaking in tongues, sweating blood
 Rapture
 Some search their entire lives for such a cure
 Screaming silently inside
 Past horrors plaguing their minds
 This is our release; this is our violent plea
 Heart's scarred and bandaged
 Soul's withered and damaged
 This is our release, our violent plea
 It's time to burn the past
 Take off our self-fabricated, coping masks
 We'll let each other see who we really are
 With our broken limbs and battle scars
 Naked, all things stripped away
 You'll see we've all gone through similar pains
 Similar pains
 And like children, we count and play our hiding games
 But we won't come inside when grace calls our name
 Slaves to our guilt and shame
 Pointing the finger at the one who was never really to blame
 Ourselves
 Reopen your wounds, anew
 And watch the broken come to stand by you
 You don't have to feel alone
 'Cause I know, this place could feel like home
 There is no need to run and hide
 When your true family is standing by your side