• Empty thoughts fill up my mind,

    this fear inside me slowly binds.

    Trying to beat what can't be won,

    an empty tune, an empty song.




    The needle crawls like nails on slate,

    time's just another slave to fate.

    Judge me by these tear's I've shed,

    crack the mask inside my head.




    Empty pain kills sleep tonight,

    finding cold freedom as I write.

    Angels turn your eyes from me,

    empty hands hold just pity.




    Your empty lie's a screaming sound,

    I hope one day the truth is found.

    But I hold no hope for myself,

    an empty page without a shelf.