Translucent

Translucent Zero Theorem 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