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 (Oh)
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, 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
Oh
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
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