An Empty Soul

Apathy got a hold on me,
Can’t move, I’m running on entropy.

Futility is my reality.
I don’t care, this ain’t got nothing to do with me.

Hold on, hold on, hold on to something.
Hold on, hold on, hold on to something.

Everyday I’ve got an empty soul.
It just, lightens life in this black hole.
Every time you’ve got an empty soul,
You just, close your eyes and step on cruise control.
Everyday I’ve got an empty soul.

Gravity has let go of me.
But I’m, all tied up with insecurity.

Release me and let me be.
I’m better off without society.

Everyday I’ve got an empty soul,
I’m always on cruise control.
How can I fill up this black hole,
With an empty soul?