Try to compensatefor lack of adequacy Recollecting that I've had enough Competence is lacking coping mechanisms fail when skepticism tears me up Burning this life behaves Like an open wound Scar tissue escalates the beautiful brand new Despiration screams from leaving me completly I've dismemebered pity left for you Testify a turning disconcerted yearning Father make me something you can use I'm the broken chain on a bike with no destination In a town with no sidewalks theses street signs are not kind The crosswalks are faded in time I will not claim to have reached perfection But will continue working to the day when I will be all that Jesus Christ saved me for and wants me to be This is what I will be This is who I will be Forever Now from this stage we'll begin to burn brighter You've lit the fuse We'll watch your eyes for reflections of fire Now we'll thank you.