We are set up
To conceive our tragedy and,
With conviction,
We achieve insanity.
They have seen us
Reaching our despair and,
With conviction,
Erase the sweet insanity.
We are the images born from mistakes:
We feel hollow.
Within, no point to make it real:
We feel hollow.
We lost the meaning of existence:
We feel hollow.
Within, nothing left to believe:
We feel hollow.
But we keep on going further
On the path with all mankind.
In defense of our decisions
We all walk behaving fine.
So we grow fed by illusions:
It's the curse we carry on
We carry on
We are upset
By the insanity of our days and,
With obsession,
We transgress hypocrisy.
They have seen us
Destroy all their values and,
With obsession,
Embrace the sweet insanity.
We are the images born from mistakes:
We feel hollow.
Within, no point to make it real:
We feel hollow.
We lost the meaning of existence:
We feel hollow.
Within, nothing left to believe:
We feel hollow.
We feel hollow.
Nothing left to believe:
We feel hollow.
Believe ... we feel hollow