Some things are so dark
That woe betide the light that shines on them
I swear to God I thought it was a sign

This shallow grave recedes with every darkened patch of sky
This shallow grave recedes with every darkened patch of sky
And in the disparate clamour of the chaos that surrounds you
It's hard to know which of the voices that you hear

Are your own
Some things scar your heart so deeply that a howl is not enough
To adequately purge the soul of pain
Still you yearn for contact but the burden that you shoulder means

You'll never trust a living soul again
And in the disparate clamour of the chaos that surrounds you
It's hard to know which of the voices that you hear
Are your own

This is how it feels to be alone, just like we'll die alone
This is how it feels to be alone
This is how it feels to be alone
This is all that we can call our own

Dust flesh and bone
This is how it feels to be alone
Just like we'll die alone

Composição: Matt Elliott