Letras:
Theatre Of Tragedy Hollow

into space Until you cannot see your face I turn away I turn, but never get back. Trying hard to be someone, In return you end up hollow. Like a sinking

"Filthy harlots - the Lord's grape! With lore ornamented entreating; Hollow-hearted, heart-departed - Yet thou reapest the blooming rose - When 'tis the

Filthy harlots - the Lord's grape! With lore ornamented entreating; Hollow hearted, heart-departed - Yet thou reapest the blooming rose - When 'tis the

Stare into space Until you cannot see your face I turn away I turn, but never get back. Trying hard to be someone, In return you end up hollow. Like