Hollow کے بول

You could be heaven but your fire burns to warm You could be everything to me You could be sunset with your illuminating form And I could never leave, No I could never leave. Take my hand, through purple shades of emptiness and sorrow Take me home, through the everglades a boiling mass of Hollow You could be karma just a figment of my rage You could be everything I own I'll never harm ya, as the tempters turn the page and now we're growing cold, oh yes we're growing cold Take me out my silhouette is crying out for reason Take me home, My destiny's a mask of bloody treason And if you're left behind Don't ya know that I can find. and you know inside your mind There's nothing but the signs That I…. Am…… Hollow