Song | Empty |
Artist | Emilie Autumn |
Album | Your Sugar Sits Untouched |
This empty space | |
Cannot be filled | |
Your kind words bleed right through me | |
And I could cry but I’d only lose my tears | |
Just another form of release | |
Release what | |
I’m empty | |
You could pass your hand right through my body | |
And touch the wall behind me | |
But who, for all my emptiness, | |
Who would have the strength | |
To lift me up? | |
My faith | |
In mortal man is badly bruised | |
The gods have proven to be deaf | |
Or else they have a perverse sense of humor | |
Apparently these are European gods | |
For there is nothing funnier than a | |
Fat man in a tutu |
This empty space | |
Cannot be filled | |
Your kind words bleed right through me | |
And I could cry but I' d only lose my tears | |
Just another form of release | |
Release what | |
I' m empty | |
You could pass your hand right through my body | |
And touch the wall behind me | |
But who, for all my emptiness, | |
Who would have the strength | |
To lift me up? | |
My faith | |
In mortal man is badly bruised | |
The gods have proven to be deaf | |
Or else they have a perverse sense of humor | |
Apparently these are European gods | |
For there is nothing funnier than a | |
Fat man in a tutu |