Daily Playing Empty Tin Soldiers

Sunken eyes heavy heart, until I wither Whatever happens to me, this isn't living Surely to god, someone has to be kidding And my heart it's just an open fissure. When do I depart, I've waited so, so long I'm now going mad in this eternal dark Won't someone point the way back ere-long For whatever my soul decides is its matriarch. For whatever my soul believes to be its home Cradle-wraps me again and makes strong Make me stubborn as a mule hereon And unearth my soul from this catacomb. My heart what makes you, why do you breathe Don't you sense I'm a little more than deflated? I've got no time for friends, family or neighbours Daily playing empty tin soldiers I've been infiltrated.