This skin is a prison, I crave the incision That opens and shows what's inside This skin is a prison, I crave the incision That opens and shows what's inside We are the empty, dressed for the gallery We scream, they'll frame our final scars We are the empty, dressed for the gallery We scream, they'll frame our final scars The mirror is lying, promising flying It knew I was born to the ground The mirror is lying, promising flying It knew I was born to the ground The cradle was ash the other night We lit the fuse and claimed the light Ate our own tails in sacred spite You should have seen the burning white The cradle was ash the other night We lit the fuse and claimed the light Ate our own tails in sacred spite You should have seen the burning white Amen, Amen Amen, Amen Amen, Amen Amen We are the empty, dressed for the gallery We scream, they'll frame our final scars We are the empty, dressed for the gallery We scream, they'll frame our final scars We are the empty, dressed for the gallery We scream, they'll frame our final scars Amen, Amen Amen, Amen Amen, Amen Amen We are the empty, dressed for the gallery We scream, they'll frame our final scars We are the empty, dressed for the gallery We scream, they'll frame our final scars We are the empty, dressed for the gallery We scream, they'll frame our final scars
