The Hollow 🅴 | S30ULK1LL4

The mirror shows a stranger wearing my skin I scrape the bottom of a well that used to scream The void doesn't answer, it just multiplies This victory tastes like dust and dying light They carved the fight out of me and left the scar The hollow where it lived is cold and dark A trophy room of ghosts and borrowed breath I miss the fucking war 🎵 I rehearse the motions of a fire gone cold A pantomime of passion bought and sold What they wanted, etched behind my eyes I mouth the words while choking on the lies They hand me flowers for a grave I dug myself I wear the accolades like they're meant for someone else The ghost I was would spit in my face Shovel the dirt and dance on my grave 🎵 (shovel the dirt and dance on my grave) I had to kill what filled the space Now what's left tries to wear my face I used to be sweet now I forgot the taste All that's left is the hollow to fill the space There has to be something more than the hollow (hollow) There has to be something more than the hollow 🎵 There has to be something more... Than the hollow