You've been hallowed out good.

They tried to hold me under ground, with so many false hopes.

Now you got two days older, you try to speak of the truth, but your eyes they hide.

Well I've tried, and you cried, cried. 

Now you got time to wonder, ponder whats real and whats not.

They must be brainwashing your head, lie still the cold benumbs your toes.

Now that thats all over, you lie, deceit, play out the last cards.

But you've been blinded by pride, 

they must be cleaning your head, unholy becomes your title.

But I swear, I'm not with you. Just pray for more rain.

The kind that cleans right out fake righteousness ,

and if our days are numbered, 

oh please leave your whines and whimpers at the door.

Swimming around the court yards, brings back nostalgic memories.

Well I never had the way, just a little tug-pull,

the pants they slid so clever.

Explosions throughout the veins, the satisfaction and physical attraction, 

desire takes hold, the sheets will need some cleaning.

Well things have changed ever since you naive fool.

Time folds out, priest preach for days, and on your knees to serve again. 

Now that you have the luxury to struggle on earth, I'll renounce my faith, and strive for survival. 

You better withdraw with such force dear tormentor.

My hearts' his for the taking.

Now you fight back at me, with so many intellect blessings.

And good-natured souls arrange mindful conversations.

All those ghost, lost in entombment, they'll beg,

to be alive again.