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 reel 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 surrendered body to the flames has singed the skin can't speak in tongues and even if i could it's nothing because i cannot love ©1995 le tigre sur un ballon publishing / cloudwall