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