Hollow - Tripsitter

I shake the hand of the devil inside of me

This is more than a conversation, more than a simple dream

Wake me up, tear me down to the earth, all you need is love, they said

But the rebel inside of my head, always used to scream

But the rebel inside of my head, remembered the ground of that sea

I’m so scared of what will follow, after the end of that dream

Now I know, that I never felt so hollow, I never felt so weak

As I did when I should felt something, still wish I could

At night, I choose the devil

At night, I choose the heat

At night, I refuse to rebel

At night, I choose to sleep

I never felt so hollow, I never felt so sick

As I did when I stared to heaven, at the moment when I raised

My eyes straight to the sun

It was there but now it’s gone

A thing called rose, called thorn

Now I’m again, no one

At night I choose the devil, I choose the heat

At night, I refuse to rebel, I sleep

I sleep