My soul is a deep dark bottomless well A place where all my thoughts dwell Walk across the bridge of gloom Find the place where bad things bloom.
Thoughts of revenge & torture, thoughts of pain Thoughts that would make the normal insane Tiptoe the tight rope across the well But if you fall in the bottom you’ll find hell.
Take the plunge, now it’s your turn, feel the terror fell it burn Like boiling water pouring down your back A heart of gold is something I lack.
My soul is like fire, violent and warm Like Nathalie Imbruglia I feel torn, ripped apart at the seams Head filled with bad dreams And thoughts and wonders all forsaken No one to love for my heart has been taken.
But since you’re here stay a while, you won’t have fun, but I can make you smile, and laugh at all you are afraid to face This is my soul, an unnerving place.