After The Burial – Isolation Theory

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 body. A scream of anguish, silenced by the distancing to anyone. So this is loneliness. I know this all to well. Wrap me in your wings of amity. Torturous veins tangle this body. A scream of anguish, silenced by the distancing to anyone. 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.