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.