Instant paper, compromise
Audience stills survives
Underneath a bloody cape
Audience still escapes
Feeling torture on the page
Audience comes of age
Fucking donkeys, right disease
Blaming is never pleased

The eyes can't protect you through
The compromising I
Swore allegiance to
The lie!

Wicked paper, aspirates
Audience fearing hate
Over top, whats underneath
Audience is in defeat
Free to worry, keep the peace
Audience in disgrace
Someone's knocking on their knees
All he says: "Can't release"

The eyes I'll protect you through
The compromising I
Swore allegiance to
The lie!
The flies, self protection proves
The compost smelling piles
To pass on over to
A future...

Hollow...
Hollow...Sliding deep in it.
Hollow...Somethings full of shit
Hollow... Each and every bit
Hollow...Something smells like shit
Hollow...