“There’s a hole in my soul,
I can’t fill it, I can’t fill it.
There’s a hole in my soul-
Can you fill it? Can you fill it?
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve.
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground.
Dig them up; let’s finish what we’ve started.
Dig them up, so nothing’s left unturned.”
– Flaws, Bastille
