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.