Eleven Eyes

[feat. Sam Carter Of Architects]
Born and raised in these hollow days
I'm sick, I'm tired
Empty skulls run this place
The world isn't working anymore
The world isn't working at all
Born and raised in these hollow days
Empty skulls, black holes, white eyes, run this place
Close your eyes, just pretend that I'm your friend
Look out for yourself because there is no-one else
Your life must be so fucking easy
Living with your (eyes (closed) minds) never stop believing
What they see through their empty skulls
Give me something real
Find me, somebody who feels
Different
I'm not the same
I pray to God
I pray to anyone
I don't believe it anyway