Existence Lyrics & Chords By August Burns Red

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
You're hurt, you're broken, that's alright
That makes us who we are