Love, Salvation, The Fear Of Death — Sixpence None The Richer

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

Horrified i feel 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

All these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head