Warm What’s Hollow
Throw your strings to the side little puppet
Discard all trace of design
Sit, heel, lay with me and lie to me
Show me something desperate, compel me with atrocity
Just breathe, breathe into me
And warm what's hollow
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
I see the black in her eyes
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
She holds a place
For the flies