| What is it like to be empty?
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| Full of only echoes
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| And my body caving in
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| A cathedral of arching ribs
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| Heaving out their broken hymns
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| Thought I made out your reply
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| The seconds between sound and light
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| And I could have sworn the sirens were the
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| Holy ghost just speaking in morse code
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| Lord, Lord, Lord, is there some way to make it stop
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| 'Cause nothing that I do has ever helped to turn it off
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| And everything supposed to help me sleep at night
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| Don’t help me sleep at night, anymore
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| From a distance, light from stars
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| Entry wounds or puncture marks
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| Leaking from your arms through the
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| Perforated dark
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| 'Cause Lord, Lord, Lord, is there some way to make it stop
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| 'Cause nothing that I do has ever helped to turn it off
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| And everything supposed to help me sleep at night
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| Don’t help me sleep at night, anymore |