Hollow
In my time and my station
A gnawing creation
My eyes' constellations
I hold
Through my rise and my anguish
The pall and the sanguine
I fight through to face it
Alone

Somewhere in the earth a certain searcher lurks
Cursing a curse that serves circles of hurt
With deep and deadly purpose he condemns the surface
We are never sure if he is ever earnest

Somewhere in between the threads of time and space
It's said that I will face the seconds I have wasted
Every tired day I sent the light to take
The depths of night away enveloped by my age

Somewhere in the mind
Somewhere in my mind
Somewhere in the mind a plague is taking root
Better to be brave and face the hangman's noose

I'm afraid of a failure
I'm afraid to be frailer
How can I be a savior
When I only see red

Like a sky to a sailor
Or white to a whaler
I despise in my nature
What has only seen red

Too many acts come back to me
Cuz I attract bad habits, actively
And I imagine them all as a fraction of me
What's the over/under that I can subtract them with ease

Math in my genes, you don't know what half of it means
Actually, I don't even have enemies
But I like pretending that I'm content
And my technique is something that just happens to me

Hollow
In my time and my station
A gnawing creation
My eyes' constellations
I hold
Through my rise and my anguish
The pall and the sanguine
I fight through to face it
Alone

In my time and my station
A gnawing creation
My eyes' constellations
I hold
Through my rise and my anguish
The pall and the sanguine
I fight through to face it
Alone

Oh the devil living in my soul. . .

Hollow
In my time and my station
A gnawing creation
My eyes' constellations
I hold
Through my rise and my anguish
The pall and the sanguine
I fight through to face it
Alone

Hollow

Hollow