4. This Frozen Soil

Isolated from everything
I hold dear
Frozen fear
The cold of my shell
Is the prison from where I dwell
Is this really the end
Turn the lights on
Give me sight
The cold of my shell
Is the prison from where I dwell
Despondency overtaking
My will to reach out
From this bed I have made
For myself to hide from the sun
Suspended in time
There are no voices here
To receive or return
Save for the dead
Isolated from everything
I hold dear
Frozen fear
The cold of my shell
Is the prison from where I dwell
Is this really the end
Turn the lights on
Give me sight
The cold of my shell
Is the prison from where I dwell
My final rest to transcend
The suffering I inflict
To a soul that's no more
Falling deeper into the fold
My lips are sealed in ice
To silence the screaming
Leave me to make amends
For the sins I have made