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 liscensed 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