[Verse 1: Joel Quartuccio]
This room’s alive
Breathing, in this moment, each one of us is leaving
All of life’s worries and troubles, far behind
Speaking in tongues, sweating blood
Rapture!
Some search their entire lives for such a cure
Screaming silently inside
Past horrors plaguing their minds
This is our release; this is our violent plea
Heart's scarred and bandaged
Soul's withered and damaged
This is our release, our violent plea
It’s time to burn the past
Take off our self-fabricated, coping masks
We’ll let each other see who we really are
With our broken limbs and battle scars
Naked, all things stripped away
You’ll see we’ve all gone through similar pains
Similar pains!
And like children, we count and play our hiding games
But we won’t come inside when Grace calls our name
Slaves to our guilt and shame
Pointing the finger at the One who was never really to blame
Ourselves
Reopen your wounds, anew
And watch the broken come to stand by you
You don’t have to feel alone
'Cause I know, this place could feel like home
There is no need to run and hide
When your true family is standing by your side