I've got a head full of empty
Collection of my sins
Was it your eyes
Or the way that you told me
We're strangers to begin
I've got a feeling things
That you sold me
Were licensed for pretend
We're everything
That I dream could be holy
A failure to the end
I know your part of the game now
And you've got a reason to throw
And you're going to tell me
Like I'm not around
You've got a head full of nothing
Collecting all my sins
And now you're walking
Away like I told you
Talkin' to yourself
You mutter words
And I don't understand you
Talkin' to yourself
I had a dream
That you were holy
It's never gonna end
I won't give up for free
So don't you
(Mess)
With me

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