Hollow:An emptiness that kills the soul, it breaks her heart, and cracks the mold, well now we're lost, and so is hope.
This empty pack of cigarettes that brings me closer to my death, I'm close to you, I'm closer to you
If Heaven has an empty room, consider me the vacancy, they feed me lies I need more proof
And if I'm wrong, then show me the strong, oh this cleverest song, wrong?
' The emptiness, please fill my soul, your heart is lost, its rusted gold, I leave the mark, disposable, as we are remarkable, enough to come as we could go, we pick apart our heads to sole, seconds count, we're still unknown, so am I wrong? And even with a heart of grace, I'd grab my father by the face, ask him "where he goes, where he go?"'
These nights, its losing sleep, concerning with unknown
We're not reliable, we've made ourselves disposable
Oh hell just bring me down, strip me to the bones
They're filled with nothingness, consider me hollow