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?
An empty man with no regard for this life I sit here and
rot within 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.