My devil wears wool
Like an ant
Trampled under foot
By forces of
Beyond my small grasp
But there’s no recourse
Once it’s done, it's done
There’s no way
To not save the changes
In this life
Because it doesn't work
Like my little video game
World does
And there goes the hollow heart
It passes by
Like nothing happened there
My phantom limb in a wool suit
I don’t know who I am in this one piece
Or who to be
When normal was little more
Than your lap dog
For so long
For so so long
And then it’s gone
I am made of nothing
Dissolving like sand
Swept into the gutter
And there’s nothing
To be done
And the voice sings
"Keep on marching"
So I march on into a new horizon
Making every effort
Not to fall apart
And there goes the hollow heart
It passes by
Like nothing happened there
It's no big deal
I guess
Just my phantom limb
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