Lyrics After the Burial

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.