We are the ones - letting timenSlip through these handsnRunning like thieves - words have failednBut I won't give innnYour bittered eyes - makes me burnnSickened and tired - twisted wrong turnnYou just can't pull me through - on all the things you've failednCan't you see? - the grin on my facennHollownYou bring me downnnHollownBloodfilled strainsnnYou just stare - this is my turnnMy convictions - makes me burnnYou just can't pull me through - all the things called guiltnJust look in the mirror - please - raise your handsnnNever will I give innJust smash and burnnYou never carednNow taste, taste the back of my handsnnHollow