The Nothing Part II

Choose to use your heart
 If even towards the harshest fate
 That it may be swallowed
 A masticated, mistaken thing
 That you may ripely pine
 In the mammoth nothing of the night
 Left to your own devices
 And too exhausted to know what you want
 I know I know
 And oh, such is the torment
 Of the giving of your organs
 When given willingly,
 How merciless a hand can be on you
 And oh the sour fear of defeat
 Like wounded soldiers all still and slight
 Lining like silk
 all the roads to your marrow
 And all the heaps of hurt
 Well they've had it up to here with you and further
 But when you feel it at your hip, every time how you wish that it was home
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 Singing
 Lay me down, Lay me low
 Let go your crown, Disarm me
 Singing
 Take me south, Take me home
 Hold your own, and claim me
 That we may ripely pine
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 In the mammoth nothing of the night
 Left to our own devices
 And we'll know, know just what we want
 We'll know
 We'll know what we want.