The Roots Within - Fit For A King

The Roots Within - Fit For A King
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
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
I use my faith as a simulation
I use it to get me by
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
(is getting deeper is getting deeper)
(My fingers are worn from trying to surface)
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
And then I heard your voice
This is where it ends
I will rise from the ground
From my resting place
From my resting place
From my resting place
From my resting place
Oh