[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [00:47.72]Some things are so dark that woe betide the light that shines on them [00:55.23]I swear to god I thought it was a sign [01:03.09]This shallow grave recedes with every darkened patch of sky [01:10.45]The withered, wearied features start resembling mine [01:19.62]And in the disparate clamour of the chaos that surrounds you [01:26.92]It's hard to know which of the voices that you hear [01:37.91]Are your own [01:46.37]Some things scar your heart so deeply that a howl is not enough [01:53.48]To adequately purge the soul of pain [02:01.92]Still you yearn for contact but the burden that you shoulder means [02:09.34]you'll never trust a living soul again [02:17.04]And in the disparate clamour of the chaos that surrounds you [02:24.72]It's hard to know which of the voices that you hear [02:35.65]Are your own [02:44.12]This is how it feels to be alone, just like we'll die alone [02:59.28]This is how it feels to be alone [03:06.93]This is how it feels to be alone [03:14.53]This is all that we can call our own [03:24.03]Dust flesh and bone [03:34.14]This is how it feels to be alone [03:39.41]Just like we'll die alone