The roots have dug themselves deep.
Grounded down by the weight of my coated flesh.
What is this that I've become?
What have I become?
A broken man with no regard for this life I sit here and rot behind these broken walls.
I use my faith as a simulation, I use it to get me by.
I must progress and give everything.
I am a slave to the darkness. (2x)
A slave to myself.
I've dug this grave for myself, and day by day its getting deeper.
My fingers are worn from trying to surface.
I turn to You, this Light in my chest.
Oh God is it too late to pull me out of this?
And then I heard Your voice. (and then I heard Your voice).
This is where it ends!
I will rise from the ground, from my resting place. (2x)
