Songtexte:
The Cure The Empty World

: As stiff as toys And tall as men And swaying like the wind torn trees She talked about the empty world With eyes like poisoned birds She talked about

As stiff as toys And tall as men And swaying like the wind torn trees She talked about the empty world With eyes like poisoned birds She talked about

: As stiff as toys And tall as men And swaying like the wind torn trees She talked about the empty world With eyes like poisoned birds She talked about

As stiff as toys And tall as men And swaying like the wind torn trees She talked about the empty world With eyes like poison birds She talked about the

nothing left to give) No response to your repentance (Just empty me) Take now from this body A coward's heart Like a soul beyond repair Empty me

of tomorrow? Into the empty storm,into the formless loss of hope, Where we can forget the game And I still believe in nothing Will we ever see the cure

: Suffering from something we're not sure of In a world there is no cure for These lives we live test negative for happiness Flat line, no pulse, but

if I wanted They're callin' on my job, I'm gettin' letters in the mail The haters in the hood all hopin' that I fail My pocket's on slim fast, tank on empty

literary, genius, and a superior beat creator Have come together, and we made a Musical composition which we think is a remedy To cure all the dance floors that's empty