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