Translucent

Translucent
 Zero Theorem
 You paint yourself inside a white picket fence
 You're sliding in and out of walls
 Waiting until the moment is tense
 You step away from your existence
 You don't like to answer a broken call
 You're made of nothing
 But the fear of the broken
 Nothing
 Translucent right to your soul
 Nothing
 But the shell of a hero
 Nothing
 You're empty
 You're hollow
 You're cold
 A sound of anger that takes violence to create
 Missteps have slammed another door
 Consequence is not your concern
 You have endless time to burn
 To you we're only another chore
 You're made of nothing
 But the fear of the broken
 Nothing
 Translucent right to your soul
 Nothing
 But the shell of a hero
 Nothing
 You're empty
 You're hollow
 You're cold
 Translucent eyes
 They cannot hide
 The parasite that lives inside
 It's feeding on your wicked mind
 The parasite that lives inside
 You're made of nothing
 But the fear of the broken
 Nothing
 Translucent right to your soul
 Nothing
 But the shell of a hero
 Nothing
 You're empty
 You're hollow
 You're cold