Lyric

Not knowing very meaning for everything, I beg bringing it back where it began

There’s no shape without embodiment, but I’m still expecting to understand

Hollowed, but filled. Barely know what I seek, I don’t believe it

Hollowed, but filled. If I was close enough, why did I make it through?

Closing my remedy, and I will let it be

Deep down obsession still follows me

I don’t need to run away, then I'll never be hoping for this to end

Hanging on every thoughts, one after another

It’s hard to obtain, so I’m burying it six feet under

Obsessed to see the whole picture while it never has the shape to falling in

It all lost its core when you tried to find the frame, so I hope that I can just let it go