Snuff. All You Need. Zeneszám

All your dreams are back where they belong
All your fears are up and running strong
The riderless always takes the race
No tears of joy for sad mistakes
Shot through to an empty soul
The horse without a rider charges on

I see an empty shell of a man
Torn apart, laid to waste
Pin the medal on half a heart

All you need, all that you can't get
Warm morning sun, familiar silhouette
But all your dreams are slapped away
Whip crack through a rainy day
Lightning picks on emptiness
A horse without a rider takes the race

I see an empty shell of a man
Torn apart, laid to waste
Pin the medal on half a heart

All you need, all that you can't get
Warm morning sun, familiar silhouette
But all your dreams are slapped away
Whip crack through a rainy day
Thunder races on through dawn
A horse without a rider charges on

I see an empty shell of a man
I see an empty shell of a man