Empty Still - Fit For An Autopsy

Leave the room

It was empty before and it is empty still

Cross bearer.

Lost prayer

Lord give me nothing, I’ve already lost my will

To begin or end

Never again

The nature of a broken soul is to beg

But the burden of pity is greater than the calm

Resounding stronger than relief

I welcome the harm

The clashing conscience of a coward

Low hanging spirit, soul devoured

Low hanging spirit, soul devoured

I never wanted to live in a world that would kill me

I never wanted a father who wouldn’t forgive me

Please leave the room

It was empty before and it is empty still

I never wanted to live a world that would kill me

I never wanted a father who wouldn’t forgive me

The man with two hats

Identified by one, embellished and black

The man with two hats

Distressed and divine, fragile and white

Where do you hang them?

How do you tell them apart when you tear them apart?

How do you tell them apart when you tear them apart?

(Leave the room

It was empty before and it is empty still)

Burning in hellfire, numb to the touch

I’m left to fix this fractured actor on my own

Artificial man.

Sacrificial lamb

Love to dust.

I’ve given up

I never wanted to live in a world that would kill me

I never wanted a father who wouldn’t forgive me

I never wanted to live in a world that would kill me

Forgive me