After the Burial After the Burial - Isolation Theory

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So this is loneliness
I've grown too fond of this
Now I thirst for loveliness
To drink its beauty
I'll never fill my cup
If I can't seem to
Free my frozen heart
Torturous veins tangle this
This body
A scream of anguish
Silenced by
The distancing to anyone
So this is loneliness
I know this all too well
Wrap me in your wings of amity
Torturous veins tangle this
This body
A scream of anguish
Silenced by
The distancing to anyone
A scream of anguish
Silenced by
The distancing to anyone
Isolation is a four letter word
Isolation is a four letter word
Through my bloody hands
I see my heart reach the ground
No one is there
To pick it up from the floor
Up from the floor