hollowed out by industries.nwe still breathe in this disease.nyou don't say, goodnight baby. neven when the sun still sleeps.ntogether, together we...nwill be able to see..nwhere our loved lives come and go.ngo..ngo..ngo..nndisruptly kinds of dead lands.nwhat we stole from cold dead hands,nwill carry us by the throat.nuntil we, until we know.nwhat we forgot to be told.nhere, our voices speak too low.nand our loved wives learn too slow.nslow..nslow..nslow..nntell me those things that you wanted to tell me.nin this hollowed tree, we can make the sun bleed.nyou're hollow, and i will let you breathe.nyou might have me in the palm of your hand.nbut, don't fuck that up, leading sand..nup the hourglass. it'll happen so fast.nyou're so hollow, you can make the sun bleed.ni'm so hollow, and you're worse than me.ndon't you just wish this was a bad dream..ncontagiously dizzy, i can hardly see..nyou're so hollow, but you're my disease..noh..noh..noh..nnwe can make the sun bleed.nor we can make believe.ni'm so happy.nwe're so happy.ntryed to discuss it..nthrough with this bullshit.nyou're so hollow, you're not through though...nthough..nthough..