Hollow hands that twist and shape us
And timeless plans that mold then breaks us
It's a lost opinion in a jaded story
Will tomorrow's plans release our frozen doubt,
When all the empty plans have left you fading out
It's a lost opinion in a jaded story
In our elements we drown, through the emptiness we've found
For a final look at the things we've took,
It's the same shole
In our element we drown, through the emptiness we've found
For a final look at the things we've took,
It's the same hole, it's the same hole, it's the same hole
Hollow hands that twist and shape us now
And timeless plans that mold and,
In our elements we drown, through the emptiness we've found
For a finaly look at the things we've took,
It's the same hole
It's a lost opinion in a jaded story
In our elements we drown through the emptiness we've found
For a final look at the things we've took,
It's the same hole
In our elements we drown through the emptiness
We've found for a final look at the things we've took,
It's the same hole, it's the same hole,
It's the same hole, it's the same hole,
It's the same hole, it's the same hole