Who's Going To Save My Soul
The dead echo’s into my soul.
Bitterly and sweetly into its depth
As my tongue parts the ways of my lips and hum,
Who’s going to save my soul?
But all I hear is the echo of my own soul,
Humming bitterly with no trace of sweetness into its own,
Depth while it echoes’ back and forth in a hollow shell.
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