You paint yourself inside a white picket fence
You're sliding in and out of walls
Waiting until the moment is tense
You step away from your existence
You don't like to answer a broken call

You're made of nothing
But the fear of the broken
Nothing
Translucent right to your soul
Nothing
But the shell of a hero
Nothing
You're empty
You're hollow
You're cold

A sound of anger that takes violence to create
Missteps have slammed another door
Consequence is not your concern
You have endless time to burn
To you we're only another chore

You're made of nothing
But the fear of the broken
Nothing
Translucent right to your soul
Nothing
But the shell of a hero
Nothing
You're empty
You're hollow
You're cold

Translucent eyes
They cannot hide
The parasite that lives inside
It's feeding on your wicked mind
The parasite that lives inside

You're made of nothing
But the fear of the broken
Nothing
Translucent right to your soul
Nothing
But the shell of a hero
Nothing
You're empty
You're hollow
You're cold