So with roses burning in mustard gas
I inhale with purpose
To hold her hand in the panic

So close your eyes 
April is coming with rain and tears
Clinging to it falls on deaf ears
Suffocate on violently loving him

So can you feel anything?
So is it hollow inside without a sign of love? 
Can the sleeping Hollow posture inside your skin?
All these questions but no answers from you?

Sinful reminder that you once loved
Is all that remains on your skin
So can you feel anything now