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