Empty.
Alone...

Things in this life of mine
seem to change with every day...

The things that you say
cold as ice...

Hang me from your pretty noose
the one brought out for little use...

When a goblet's filled with flame
quench your driving thirst for fame...

Hey this life is never fair.
The angels that you need are never there...

Hurt gone deep
disturbing sleep...

Angry and gone, the list goes on
I've been thinking should i have been the one...

Pressure of work not done right
a darkness to explore no light...

When I wake up
well, I know I'll think of you...

I'm a lama
your a lama...

Some say the world will end in fire, some say in...
I think i know enough of fate...