The Roots Within

The roots have dug themselves deep. Grounded down by the weight of my coated flesh. What is this that I've become? What have I become? A broken man with no regard for this life I sit here and rot behind these broken walls. I use my faith as a simulation, I use it to get me by. I must progress and give everything. I am a slave to the darkness. A slave to myself. I've dug this grave for myself, and day by day its getting deeper. My fingers are worn from trying to surface. I turn to you, this light in my chest. Oh God is it too late to pull me out of this? And then I heard your voice. This is where it ends! I will rise from the ground, from my resting place. 根挖自己深。由我涂肉的重量扎根下来。这是什么，我已经变成什么？我有什么变成什么？一个破碎的人，没有顾及这辈子我坐在这里，腐烂这些破碎的墙壁后面。我用我的信仰作为一种模拟，我用它通过给我弄。我必须进步，倾其所有。我是一个奴隶的黑暗。一个奴隶自己。我挖这个墓的自己，一天天的越来越深。我的手指从尝试到表面磨损。我转向你，在我的胸口这个光。哦，上帝是来不及救我出去吗？然后，我听到你的声音。这是它的尽头！我将上升，从地面，从我的安息之地。