Head is a Washing Machine

My head is a washing machine

It cleanses, it mourns

It cannot comprehend

What on Earth is inside of me

Particles of what I thought was love

Have brought me back down

How I feel so desolate

Lost

Something I cannot conjure

Is basically this emptiness that takes over

I'm enraptured by God's forgiving grace

To lift me up from this isolation I'm in

A cage of dismal abyss

A light of heaven's scent

Everlasting creation

Never stops breathing

My head is a washing machine

It cannot comprehend

What on Earth this place I'm in