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