Hey i love your feet of finest clay they stir me in the strangest way you never have much to say all your monologues are total cliche
you're so hollow you i can't follow you where you dare to tread i'm sure to wind up dead there's nothing better left unsaid and nothing's what you like to do
most people love the likes of you they jostle for a better view they can't believe you're really true cos truth is dirt and no one's clean as you
you're so hollow you i can't follow you where you dare to tread i'm sure to wind up dead there's nothing better left unsaid and that's exactly what you say
the sun has turned a purest gray the world around us stoops to pray you open up your mouth and bray with bestial naieveté
you're so hollow you i can't follow you where you dare to tread i'm sure to wind up dead there's nothing better left unsaid and nothing's good enough for you
your eyes are of the clearest blue they gleam like something rare and new you use them to disguise what's you and if i were you i'd do that too
you're so hollow you i can't follow you where you dare to tread i'm sure to wind up dead there's nothing better left unsaid and that's exactly what you say