At Wits End歌词

This hollow feeling, the knowledge
that you exist amidst your insecurities.
Cover up to only 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.
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 there in lies the truth.
Lift your head up high.
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.
编辑于2007/05/22更新