Texty:
All That Remains Empty Inside

this right I am not empty inside Though I long, to make this right I am not empty inside Still I long, to make this right I am not empty inside (empty inside

this right I am not empty inside Though I long, to make this right I am not empty inside Still I long, to make this right I am not empty inside (empty inside

make this right I am not empty inside Though I long, to make this right I am not empty inside Still I long, to make this right I am not empty inside (empty inside

owed On the back of the fish truck that loads While my conscience explodes The harmonicas play The skeleton keys and the rain And these visions of Johanna Are now all that remain

home And if we did we left it long ago And didn't know we were loved Empty as a wooden clock Left in the woods at twelve o'clock Insides all rusted

All we do is fuck, fight and get X'ed up Enough, enough, we bad for each other mama But our sex life ain't right without drama In combat, sweet agony upon that

Accepting all I've done and said I want to stand and stare again 'Til there's nothing left out, oh whoa whoa It remains there in your eyes Whatever

I glocked that shot it next to my brain, The clip was empty so I never felt the pleasure of pain, But I seriously wish on that day that clip was equipped

owed On the back of the fish truck that loads While my conscience explodes The harmonicas play The skeleton keys and the rain And these visions of Johanna Are now all that remain