Empty Prophets کے بول

Spit the truth out, cast it aside I see you constantly bleeding the blurred lines Stand offended, cry wolf again I assure you we're not the same Yet our veins flow with the same soured blood! Shallow words from apathetic heads Nothing more than empty prophets I see a world tearing itself apart And those who wish to profit It's not the sentiment of your speech But there are holes in the words you preach I know I'm not a better man But I can smell bullshit when it's in front of me Yet our veins flow with the same soured blood! And in the end, all it comes down to We wanna hear a voice echoing our own Something to take our minds off our empty lives To know we're not really all alone Stop searching for glory You are your own obstruction and ruin Stop searching, you'll find nothing Nothing behind those empty, eyes! This illusion you hide behind Is your broken axe to grind