Paroles: Lefty. Hollow.

Cocked and loaded, pointed in my direction
No protection, guess you're gonna hit me with it
Slow implosion, no one knows what makes it all tick
Guess we're gonna burn out trying

Hollow to the core, we are swallowed
Broken by the mold
No one knows how we lost control
No one knows why

One explosion haunts you slow and small
It all is a speck of dust, you'll wipe right off in time
And when it all ends, how can you say you never were a slave?
Look 'em in the eye and face it, no one knows

Pointed in my direction
Guess your gonna hit me with it
Pointed in my direction
Guess your gonna burn out now