Must I be cruel to be kind towards me Is what is true what is real Different opinions are sold by the pound While facts are revealed without sound I knew it, I saw it, I heard it, I felt it I'll never be the same again and I don't care The overcrowded emptiness Did make my hollow soul complete What's been created No one will believe It is out on parole My hollow soul My hollow soul A useless and cold hollow soul We have to choose between evil and good Thus far I have understood But who can decide about where one should turn When you're damned either way and must burn No point to, keep trying, I sell out, they're buying 'll never be the same again and I don't care The overcrowded emptiness Did make my hollow soul complete What's been created No one will believe It is out on parole My hollow soul My hollow soul A useless and cold hollow soul The overcrowded emptiness Has made my hollow soul What's been created No one will believe My hollow soul My hollow soul A useless and cold hollow soul My hollow soul