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