Hollow

I like it better when you wear them fangs
It matches the craving need for blood in your eyes
A snake wraping my head in its mouth
Your breath on my neck feels like knives
Feels like knives
Vicious look, sharped teeth
Feed us lies
We'll let you feed from our souls
From our souls

So burn them all to ashes
Your home your friends
At least you're sincere
When you spill poison

So turn us all to vessels
Empty from the drain
At least once hungry
You can feel something

You're not the first
To curl around my throat
Creeping its way to my head
I know your kind
Your not the first to curl around my throat
Creeping its way to my head

So burn them all to ashes
Your home your friends
At least you're sincere
When you spill poison

You're not the first to curl around my throat
Creeping its way to my head
I know your kind
Your not the first to curl around my throat
Creeping its way to my head



Credits
Writer(s): Guillaume Gaudreau
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