Текст песни Empty Walls (The Walton Hoax Remix) - Niels Binias

The same old room
I'm waking up again
Window offers no relief
I'm edged toward The End

And my skin's a book of sorrow
Composed of empty lines
Story of a whithered youth
A story of decline

And a face that barely knows
The eyes that fail to see
The dreams and the desires
Are distant memories

The drives are full, they overload
The slate cannot be cleaned
There's so much to remind me
Of who I used to be

And I scream out every prayer I have
For I constantly recall
That no one really listens here
Except these empty walls

Accept these empty walls
Accept these empty walls

Now I move toward the only door
That will lead me out of here
But as I exit all I ever see
Is that same room reappear