My heart, my heart, my heavy stone
Won't forgive my mortal bones
A vessel used for holding on
To all the wrongs that I have done
Is there anything that we can do?
To stop the terror that ensues
Where will you go when you have lost
Your innocence, what did it cost?
My head, my head, it creeks and moans
Shooting through my hollow bones
Adding to a quilt of thought