The emptiness fills my heart,
Nothingness gone in a game of cards,
No pain in my bloodless cuts,
No longing in my ice cold blood.
I live yet I am dead,
I hear yet I am deaf,
I am sane yet I am mad,
I am present yet I have left.
For my voice is but an echo,
My being is but a shadow,
My actions are but a show,
My possessions only a zero.
And the emptiness fills my heart...
O' it fills my heart, fills my heart....
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