Hollow without

There's a fire in the silence, waiting to ignite, In the corners of our minds, a flicker in the night. We run from it, we hide, but it’s always drawing near, A shadow with a voice, whispering loud and clear. And it howls through the void, through the fear, A force we can’t ignore, can’t steer. It grips us tight, won’t let us go, Passion’s the master we all know. We’re hollow without it, We’d be empty rooms, broken hearts, Locked away without the start. But passion wakes us, burns our souls, It breaks us, it makes us whole. We’d be nothing without the flame, Just shadows, lost, without a name. It’s the joy in the madness, the love in the pain, It’s the scream in the silence, it’s the cleansing rain. In the joy of love, in the clarity of hate, We rise and fall, but it’s never too late. And it howls through the void, through the tears, A force we can’t ignore, it steers. It grips us tight, won’t let us go, Passion’s the master we all know. We’re hollow without it, We’d be empty rooms, broken hearts, Locked away without the start. But passion wakes us, burns our souls, It breaks us, it makes us whole. We’d be nothing without the flame, Just shadows, lost, without a name. It hurts more than we can bear, But in the fire, we learn to care. We’d find some peace without the fight, But peace would drain the color from the night. No joy, no fear, no tears to cry, Just empty days, just hollow eyes. We’re hollow without it, We’d be ghosts in the light. Passion pulls us into life, It hurts, but it’s worth the price.