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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 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.
- Album:
- Found in Far Away Places
- Rescue & Restore
- August Burns Red presents: Sleddin’ Hill, A Holiday Album
- Miscellaneous
- Leveler
- God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen (Single)
- Thrill Seeker
- Lost Messengers: The Outtakes
- Constellations
- Messengers
- Looks Fragile After All
- Home
- Thriller
- 25 Years of Wacken (Live At Wacken 2014)
- Found in Far Away Places (Deluxe Edition)
- Found in Far Away Places (Instrumental Edition)
- Found In Far Away Places (Track By Track Commentary)
- Found in Far Away Places (Commentary)
- Punk Goes Pop Volume Two
- Punk Goes Pop 2