Emptiness is your thick heart-shaped box with no opening,
I've been domesticated in alocked house with no key,
Thrown away, trashed, restored, adorned and thrownaway again.
Would you really want to indulge in corrupt indignity,
Or playduck, duck, goose with a little girl who likes to bite,
And sometimes I thinkI should wash away all my sins, let them go
But the water's so cold it burnsmy skin,
And at times something will set me free,
And I'd be like a dove inthe wind,
Soaring so high in the sky,
But then the rain will begin to pounddown at me,
And the white washes away to pitch black,
So endless and emptyI can't even see myself anymore,
And I'm still left with no clue to myidentity.