In hard times we feel safe close to the sea And now we need to be somewhere else but here And I don't want to see your face again We're waiting here
Up to now Gods been good to me Sad to see Born into a place I don't want to be As I grow so does disgust When I die its long after my trust With
I'm at the point of no return I am always on the run This has always been a sign To get a little bit of save me Get away from me Wait and see what
The light of the sun - is so cold down here My dirty desert tongue - licking like dogs forever Open wounds never heal - for a slave in its flesh The scent
After the caskets put into the ground Loved ones crying walk away Corpse unknowingly left behind Other needs for sick human prey Casket closed as mourners
vacant oh we're so pretty oh so pretty ah but now and we don't care we're pretty a pretty vacant we're pretty a pretty vacant we're pretty a pretty vacant
Mysterious objects of flight on a voyage To correct what they have done, what we are doing Perhaps submerged, living in the inner most Recesses of the
here Conscience fading Can't get through Oh Lord helpless Confused head swayed Eyes glazed And mine teared She's losing control What can I do Her vacant
Oh, so pretty vacant Oh, we're so pretty Oh, so pretty And now man we don't care Pretty, a pretty vacant Pretty, a pretty vacant Pretty, a pretty vacant Pretty, a pretty vacant
So he left the job where he'd been all his life He left and turned his back on door Now he's looking at the situations vacant Situations vacant Just
pretty, we're vacant, yeah Oh, we're so pretty Oh, we're so pretty, we're vacant, yeah We're so pretty Oh, we're so pretty, we're vacant, yeah We're vacant
Vacant We're so pretty oh so pretty Vacant We know, and we don't care We're pretty, pretty vacant We're pretty, pretty vacant We're pretty, pretty vacant We're pretty, pretty vacant
and never collide cause it's all good if it's understood that all your rage just makes me hide if I'm vacant figure it out if I'm vacant I shut down
Your nerves crawl Crumbling we will assume the worst Encapsulation, fists clenching and falling Mistakes make it easy Encapsulation, eyes dry and vacant
When a western man loses his best friend Many days are spent in years And without belief he knows his empty grief Is a name for his own fears Oh, the
of old Into the night Driven by what none can see Scarcely bound but hardly free A shadow of old A story untold A gathering rot The vacant lot A
You swear you're right, well then prove what you said If knowledge is power, well what's in your head? Stop hearing whatever you want 'cause the world