Hollowed Out - Cut Off Your Hands

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