Hollow - Conjurer

If only a mirror could see past the skin

Through the meat and the bone

I might find the parasite

That has made my body its home

Tear it out, rip it out of your frame

With reckless abandon

'Fore your bones, brittle bones

Hold but flesh in decay

With a shard of shattered self

I have found a way

Into this vermin’s horrid domain

I have found a way

And as blood rushes the blade

And all colours fade

I commit this pyrrhic crime

To destroy its source and mine

Bloody your hands!

If I have to tear

(Bloody your hands!)

At every tendon

(Bloody your hands!)

To rid me of this leech

I’ll bloody my hands!

Thus my perdition ends

I have found a way

I have found a way

I lay hollow

I lay hollow

I lay hollow

I lay hollow