Hollow
Billy Howerdel, Maynard James Keenan
We are the ones - letting time
Slip through these hands
Running like thieves - words have failed
But I won't give in
Your bittered eyes - makes me burn
Sickened and tired - twisted wrong turn
You just can't pull me through - on all the things you've failed
Can't you see? - the grin on my face
Hollow
You bring me down
Hollow
Bloodfilled strains
You just stare - this is my turn
My convictions - makes me burn
You just can't pull me through - all the things called guilt
Just look in the mirror - please - raise your hands
Never will I give in
Just smash and burn
You never cared
Now taste, taste the back of my hands
Hollow