Empty

Empty bottles, empty heads.

Feeling lonely, just the same

Another life, another world

Could not made them saved.

Twisted Faces, twisted minds

That plan their own disgrace.

Wicked Ritual, wicked fall

Tragedy like no one ever saw

Empty minds, empty speeches.

Hours of illusions to make up cruelty

Precious treasure wasted down

Like made of bones and papers,

Sacred relics of ages past

Just broken deviously.

Precious souls that we're gifted

Wasted on this giant race that we call life,

Feeling nothing, doing nothing

But to ruin their own kind