Well, I'm staring straight into the face of Hell,
You're so close and you can't even tell,
And I'm so wrapped up inside, I don't have much to love.

Horrified, I reel from pits unseen,
Falling off my pedestal of plentiful deeds,
As it crumbles down on top of me, I contemplate my lack of love.

Come and save my soul, before...it's not too late,
I'm not afraid to admit how much I hate myself.

(love, salvation, the fear of death)

All these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head,
Surrender body to the thing that sin's asking,
Can't speak in tongues...and even I if I could, it's nothing because I cannot love.

Come and save my soul, before...it's not too late,
I'm not afraid to admit how much I hate myself.

Come and save,
Come and save my soul.

Well, I'm staring straight into the face of Hell,
I'm so close and I can't even tell,
I'm so afraid I'll amount to nothing, 'cause I don't have much to love.

Much to love, much to love,
Ooh, much to love.