歌曲 | Hollowed Out |
歌手 | Cut Off Your Hands |
专辑 | Hollows |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Hollowed Out – | |
I can see it in your eyes, you've been hollowed out inside | |
You've been cut down to size | |
You've been howling at the sky | |
You've been pleading for a muse but you know you still can't make no sense | |
And you know this world's an awful mess if you're really honest, | |
But who's honest at all | |
'Seems an age since you felt high, smothered by the violence of our time | |
Hit you like a twisting of a knife | |
Taught you only hatred for your kind, but | |
If you won't fake it you won't shake it, you won't shape up | |
Your skin is bare and nobody wants that these days | |
Oh these hollow drums, that we've become, they're beaten numb | |
Oh as hollow drums with deflated lungs, we come undone | |
All our wasted time, we swallow lies, we're rendered numb | |
All our wasted time, we fall in line, to come undone | |
Oh these hollow drums, they're beaten numb, we've come undone. |
Hollowed Out | |
I can see it in your eyes, you' ve been hollowed out inside | |
You' ve been cut down to size | |
You' ve been howling at the sky | |
You' ve been pleading for a muse but you know you still can' t make no sense | |
And you know this world' s an awful mess if you' re really honest, | |
But who' s honest at all | |
' Seems an age since you felt high, smothered by the violence of our time | |
Hit you like a twisting of a knife | |
Taught you only hatred for your kind, but | |
If you won' t fake it you won' t shake it, you won' t shape up | |
Your skin is bare and nobody wants that these days | |
Oh these hollow drums, that we' ve become, they' re beaten numb | |
Oh as hollow drums with deflated lungs, we come undone | |
All our wasted time, we swallow lies, we' re rendered numb | |
All our wasted time, we fall in line, to come undone | |
Oh these hollow drums, they' re beaten numb, we' ve come undone. |
Hollowed Out | |
I can see it in your eyes, you' ve been hollowed out inside | |
You' ve been cut down to size | |
You' ve been howling at the sky | |
You' ve been pleading for a muse but you know you still can' t make no sense | |
And you know this world' s an awful mess if you' re really honest, | |
But who' s honest at all | |
' Seems an age since you felt high, smothered by the violence of our time | |
Hit you like a twisting of a knife | |
Taught you only hatred for your kind, but | |
If you won' t fake it you won' t shake it, you won' t shape up | |
Your skin is bare and nobody wants that these days | |
Oh these hollow drums, that we' ve become, they' re beaten numb | |
Oh as hollow drums with deflated lungs, we come undone | |
All our wasted time, we swallow lies, we' re rendered numb | |
All our wasted time, we fall in line, to come undone | |
Oh these hollow drums, they' re beaten numb, we' ve come undone. |