hey
i love your feet of finest clay
they stir me in the strangest way
all your monologues are total cliche
you never have much to say
you're so hollow you
i can't follow you
where you dare to tread i'm sure to wind up dead there's nothing better left unsaid

and nothing's what you like to do
most people love the likes of you
they jostle for a better view

they can't believe you're really true
cos truth is dirt and no one's as clean as you

you're so hollow you

i can't follow you 

where you dare to tread

i'm sure to wind up dead there's nothing better left unsaid 

and that's exactly what you say

the sun has turned a purest gray 

the world around us stoops to pray

you open up your mouth and bray with bestial naieveté

you're so hollow you 

i can't follow you 

where you dare to tread i'm sure to wind up dead there's nothing better left unsaid 

and nothing's good enough for you

your eyes are of the clearest blue 

they gleam like something rare and new

you use them to disguise what's you 

and if i were you i'd do that too

you're so hollow you 

i can't follow you 

where you dare to tread i'm sure to wind up dead there's nothing better left unsaid 

and that's exactly what you say