Dust Flesh and Bones

Some things are so dark that woe betide the light that shines on them
 I swear to god I thought it was a sign
 This shallow grave recedes with every darkened patch of sky
 The withered, wearied features start resembling mine
 And in the disparate clamour of the chaos that surrounds you
 It's hard to know which of the voices that you hear
 Are your own
 Some things scar your heart so deeply that a howl is not enough
 To adequately purge the soul of pain
 Still you yearn for contact but the burden that you shoulder means
 you'll never trust a living soul again
 And in the disparate clamour of the chaos that surrounds you
 It's hard to know which of the voices that you hear
 Are your own
 This is how it feels to be alone, just like we'll die alone
 This is how it feels to be alone
 This is how it feels to be alone
 This is all that we can call our own
 Dust flesh and bone
 This is how it feels to be alone
 Just like we'll die alone