Weight Of The End کے بول

I feel the silence come In rooms I now detest The chill of the touch In infinite night I thought I had it One life One fear Too much to handle/for one to handle Too much to take I held it as my own And took for granted What I "knew" Come inside To what the darkness pushed away Set out to find me The cold of the thought In infinite touch The switch gets thrown What are we missing here What have we been told We must be the shield And not the sword