Love, salvation, the fear of dead

well I'm staring straight into the face of hell you're so close and you can't even tell I'm so wrapped up inside because I don't have much to love horrified I reel from pits unseen falling off my pedestal of plentiful deeds as it crumbles down on top of me I contemplate my lack of love come and save my soul before it's not too late I'm not afraid to admit how much I hate myself all these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head surrendered body to the flames has singed the skin can't speak in tongues and even if I could it's nothing because I cannot love Bridge well I'm staring straight into the face of hell I'm so close and I can't even tell I'm so afraid I'll amount to nothing 'cause I don't have much to love much to love much to love much to love