| Song | Hollowed Out |
| Artist | Cut Off Your Hands |
| Album | Hollows |
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| Hollowed Out – | |
| I can see it in your eyes, you've been hollowed out inside | |
| You've been cut down to size | |
| You've been howling at the sky | |
| You've been pleading for a muse but you know you still can't make no sense | |
| And you know this world's an awful mess if you're really honest, | |
| But who's honest at all | |
| 'Seems an age since you felt high, smothered by the violence of our time | |
| Hit you like a twisting of a knife | |
| Taught you only hatred for your kind, but | |
| If you won't fake it you won't shake it, you won't shape up | |
| Your skin is bare and nobody wants that these days | |
| Oh these hollow drums, that we've become, they're beaten numb | |
| Oh as hollow drums with deflated lungs, we come undone | |
| All our wasted time, we swallow lies, we're rendered numb | |
| All our wasted time, we fall in line, to come undone | |
| Oh these hollow drums, they're beaten numb, we've come undone. |
| Hollowed Out | |
| I can see it in your eyes, you' ve been hollowed out inside | |
| You' ve been cut down to size | |
| You' ve been howling at the sky | |
| You' ve been pleading for a muse but you know you still can' t make no sense | |
| And you know this world' s an awful mess if you' re really honest, | |
| But who' s honest at all | |
| ' Seems an age since you felt high, smothered by the violence of our time | |
| Hit you like a twisting of a knife | |
| Taught you only hatred for your kind, but | |
| If you won' t fake it you won' t shake it, you won' t shape up | |
| Your skin is bare and nobody wants that these days | |
| Oh these hollow drums, that we' ve become, they' re beaten numb | |
| Oh as hollow drums with deflated lungs, we come undone | |
| All our wasted time, we swallow lies, we' re rendered numb | |
| All our wasted time, we fall in line, to come undone | |
| Oh these hollow drums, they' re beaten numb, we' ve come undone. |
| Hollowed Out | |
| I can see it in your eyes, you' ve been hollowed out inside | |
| You' ve been cut down to size | |
| You' ve been howling at the sky | |
| You' ve been pleading for a muse but you know you still can' t make no sense | |
| And you know this world' s an awful mess if you' re really honest, | |
| But who' s honest at all | |
| ' Seems an age since you felt high, smothered by the violence of our time | |
| Hit you like a twisting of a knife | |
| Taught you only hatred for your kind, but | |
| If you won' t fake it you won' t shake it, you won' t shape up | |
| Your skin is bare and nobody wants that these days | |
| Oh these hollow drums, that we' ve become, they' re beaten numb | |
| Oh as hollow drums with deflated lungs, we come undone | |
| All our wasted time, we swallow lies, we' re rendered numb | |
| All our wasted time, we fall in line, to come undone | |
| Oh these hollow drums, they' re beaten numb, we' ve come undone. |