Hollow Talk - Choir of Young Believers

Echoes start as a cross in you
 Trembling noises that come to soon.
 Spatial movement which seems to you
 Resonating your mask or feud.
 Hollow talking and hollow girl
 Force it up from the root of pain.

And then you cut
 You cut it out
 And everything
 Goes back to the beginning.

There's never been bad, there has always been truth
 Muted whisper of the things she'll move.

Never said it was good, never said it was new
 Muted whisper of the things you feel.