Cult of Luna
Hollow
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