Left At London - O, Hollow Child lyrics

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 f** 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 f** 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