Well I'm staring straight into the face of hell
You're so close and you can't even tell
I'm so wrapped up inside
Because I don't have much to love

Horrified I feel from pits unseen
Falling off my pedestal of plentiful deeds
As it crumbles down on top of me
I contemplate my lack of love

Come and save my soul
Before it's not too late
I'm not afraid to admit
How much I hate myself

All these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head

• Dresses
• Fatherless The Widow
• Field of Flowers
• Healer
• Love Letters in The Sand
• Love, Salvation Fear of Death
• Spotlight
• Thought Menagerie
• Within a Room Somewhere