Hollow touch on my body

A strange desire began to grow

For hands that seek my body's hold

A yearning glance within the eye

I chase the fleeting, warm hands

Just to fill the hollow of the tub

But the satisfaction never lasts

Yeah, I'm still empty, I'm not whole

A hollow space deep in my soul

The hands that crave me make me sick

Yeah, I'm still empty, I'm not whole

A hollow space deep in my soul

The hands that crave me make me sick

When did the sickness start to bind?

It's a glass of wine that won't quench

A hollow filling, steeped in stench

I want the wanting, but I rot

The empty place where I was caught

I embrace the filth that lingers there

Just to fill the hollow of the tub

But the satisfaction never lasts

Yeah, I'm still empty, I'm not whole

A hollow space deep in my soul

The hands that crave me make me sick

Yeah, I'm still empty, I'm not whole

A hollow space deep in my soul

The hands that crave me make me sick

I scrub the skin, I try to rinse

It's not on the surface, it's inside

A part of me I cannot hide

Yeah, I'm still empty, I'm not whole

A hollow space deep in my soul

The hands that crave me make me sick

Yeah, I'm still empty, I'm not whole

A hollow space deep in my soul

The hands that crave me make me sick

Unfilled

Unwashed

Forever etched

The emptiness remains