For Blaine Dickens, who didn’t actually ask for a song. They were just kind of ranting about their problems to me and I was like “this is sad and it makes the perfect song”
Oh hollow child
Somebody's made you empty
And all the while
I wished for you an entry
I will love you
If nobody else will seem to make your bed
Oh hollow child
I hate the way you process
A powdered wig
Behind a lack of progress
I will draw you
As somebody else who you would like to save
And remedy isn't a plenty
But melody isn't as deadly
Brother
And I know it isn't forgiving
But nobody loves when we're living
So fuck her
Oh hollow child
I want to be your witness
A martyrdom enveloped
As your sickness
I will hear you
Regardless of any trace of consciousness
Oh hollow child
I felt it incremental
But I have had
The privilege of the pencil
I will bind you
If only to make it so that you stay here
And remedy isn't a plenty
But melody isn't as deadly
Brother
And I know it isn't forgiving
But nobody loves when we're living
So fuck her
I will hold you
But only if you would ever want me to
I will heal you
If that is the only thing you've left to do
O, Hollow Child was written by Left at London.
Left at London released O, Hollow Child on Sat Apr 18 2015.