Hollow - Cult Of Luna

My days are counted get off my back

You’re forced into the void of my dreams

Dead souls no hope all hollow

Slice up old wounds so shallow

There is a path to gain pleasure

Try it I’ll give you my sorry word

Stand on your feet look straight ahead

Cause no one is twisting your arm

Searching for the right way back

Hold tight.

Believe in our embrace

Don’t let them steal your thoughts

Imagine a lifetime of grace