Rotted Arp

If only I could feel nothing Hollow as a bell I can hear my own heart ringing sometimes Singing clear and empty A perfect vessel A sweet void Instead, now, full and fragile A bloody mess beating away I'll ride it out, I'll ride it out It's frustration that creates desire Not the other way around Unless you let it Baby, I'll let it Baby, I'll let it Baby, I'll let it Baby, I'll let it Baby, I'll let it Baby, I'll let it Baby, I'll let it Baby, I'll let it Baby, I'll let it Baby, I'll let it Baby, I'll let it Baby, I'll let it