Hollow Syndicate — Naildown

Outdoors, infiltrating the inner side Indoors, finding a place to hide Control, they follow behind me Collision, with unknown Trail to subjection

I won't tell them why They won't tell me why

They're coming to take me away Bright the light hits my face I feel no fear, choking breath Growing pulse of heart That I never hear, never feel

Never seen, never been in such a Hollow syndicate, below society Willing to exterminate this place around me No matter what, in the end you fail