Song | Isolation Theory |
Artist | After the Burial |
Album | Forging a Future Self |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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. |
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. |
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. |