JB Brubaker - Existence lyrics

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JB Brubaker - Existence lyrics

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