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There are nails in my head
There are claws in my heart
There's a hole in my being
That's falling apart
There's a light in my soul
And there's hope in my mind
There's a tiny voice begging
To be left behind
There's a ribcage that's heaving
There's a whole mass of bone
But there really is nothing
I can call my own
There's a path to forgiveness
But it's too hard to tread
And the weight of contrition
Is heavy as lead
So I dance on the ceiling
And I wave with my head
I might as well live life -
I'll so soon be dead.