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...
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? [4x]
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. [2x]
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.
Atskirkim faktus nuo vaizduotes. Faktas#1: svetaines atmosfera itempta. Faktas#2: lankosi daugiamete neapykanta man jauciantys zmones. Vaizduote#1: vieni nariai susimoke su kitais. Vaizduote#2: esu sekamas Vaizduote#3: laukiama mano mirties. Kas tiesa
Jei netikrumas yra geriausia ne kaltinti liga, valdzia ar ateivius visokius. Tad Einarai: ar esi pries mane susimokes; ar mane seki; ar pabrezdamas lauki mano mirties. Trys klausimai estafete. Jei bus lengviau bendraut man po to su musico nariais.
Einarai+4Blackberry, esme ne skaiciukuose, bet esme kad liga man sako jog daug gaidziu susimoke, gaidziai stebi gaidindamiesi, daug gaidziu mirties nori. Taigi toks vat nesaugumo jausmas ir itarinejimai del to. Kaip cia yra?