Testo di Empty

Empty bottles, empty heads. Feeling lonely, just the same Another life, another world Could not made them saved. Twisted Faces, twisted minds That plan their own disgrace. Wicked Ritual, wicked fall Tragedy like no one ever saw Empty minds, empty speeches. Hours of illusions to make up cruelty Precious treasure wasted down Like made of bones and papers, Sacred relics of ages past Just broken deviously. Precious souls that we're gifted Wasted on this giant race that we call life, Feeling nothing, doing nothing But to ruin their own kind