Empty places

There's a place cold and strange
Filled with madness, despair and self-made sickness
In this worn out chest enclosed, concealed
My darkest secrets

Everyday I'm dammed to prey
And pay for purge (but) nothing's changing
Deep inside there's a side that seems right and overwhelming

Empty places (eager for ages without relapses)
Filled with faces
Once they lived in (I remember the faces and some old advices)
Now only traces

Empty thoughts
Full of drops of fake hopes
And false commitments
What a perfect place to recreate my numb existence

Sick society I'm losing you and me
And all the kindness
A place called heart is too far away from flawless