Life helps to array me for only The serious content My hollow self's like a membrane But it's sick Quite nothing is able to pass through quick Tell me anything worth it, maybe... There's only emptiness inside me No content appropriate To fill the hollow places inside I'm overchallenged by culling But I can't manage to decide Think! Think for the hollow selves to fill Trick the lies and avoid the kill Follow the sanity lead Trick the mess and grow the seed Now! Life is arraying contents for me to swallow My hollow self to overload I won't get asked to agree I can try to escape But it seems like there's noone to follow Silence is drowning me While there's so much to say So many times You should have listened Distraction diluting my way Think! Think for the hollow selves to fill Trick the lies and avoid the kill Follow the sanity lead Trick the mess and grow!