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.
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.
This is where it ends!
I will rise from the ground, from my resting place.