Empty pictures
Take my time
I see them always
In my mind
You can't stop them:
They refuse to leave
I feel them follow
In a waking dream
Every day, you stare into the bottom of the hole
Your thoughts have gone, and you have no control
Empty pictures
Fill your screen
I do not need them;
I don't believe
Why are you waiting?
Is there something there?
You're still not moving –
Do you care?
Every day, you stare into the bottom of the hole
Your thoughts have gone, and you have no control
They can show you pictures of the world that looks so nice
But you can walk out of your door and see with your own eyes
You can watch the show about the man you wanna be;
Does the things you want to do, and leads you to believe…
It's better to be watching him
Than standing on your feet
Empty pictures
It's all the same
Every evening
Every day
You can't stop them
They refuse to leave
I never could see what
There was to see…
Every day, you stare into the bottom of the hole
Your thoughts have gone and you have no control
No control…
No control…
No control…
No control