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 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.
Therein 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 (who we are).
You're hurt. You're broken. That's alright.
That makes us who we are.
I remember the album this song came from coming out, it came out july last year, i eagerly anticipated it, because i was in a massively dark period of my life, and i remember listening to this song, much to the annoyance of my parents as loud as my computer speakers at the time could go, i had this and indonesia (another song off the album) on repeat, because they fitted my mood, this song is basically about existing, hense its called existance, the bridge where he screams "It's what we know we aren't, that makes us who we are." made me shiver, the thudding chords and riff before and after with those lyrics are perfect. i try and listen to Nothing left by As I Lay Dying, or Statutory Ape by The Black Dahlia Murder straight after now, they follow the same trend. this song is for you. i dont think you read this anymore.
Daniel
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