Eleven Eyes - Heights

Born and raised in these hollow days

I’m sick, I’m tired

Empty skulls run this place

The world isn’t working anymore

The world isn’t working at all

Born and raised in these hollow days

Empty skulls, black holes, white eyes, run this place

Close your eyes, just pretend that I’m your friend

Look out for yourself because there is no-one else

Your life must be so fucking easy

Living with your (eyes (closed) minds) never stop believing

What they see through their empty skulls

Give me something real

Find me, somebody who feels

Different

I’m not the same

I pray to God

I pray to anyone

I don’t believe it anyway