| Song | Vacant Room |
| Artist | For All Eternity |
| Album | Beyond The Gates |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| There must be more, to this vacant room that i’ve been sitting in. | |
| Scratching at the walls, imprisoned in this state of mind. | |
| Brought into life with no hope in sight. | |
| Scratching at the walls of my new found home, the paint sits deep under my nails, | |
| A constant reminder of the attempts ive made,To escape from this place, to free myself from pain. | |
| To loosen these chains. | |
| To escape from this place, to free myself from pain, | |
| To rid my heart of hate. Rid my life of hate. | |
| My mind, an empty room with no windows to see through. | |
| Isolated from the truth(from the truth). | |
| Do my eyes deceive me by what they have not seen, | |
| Freedom, the one desire that will never cease.There must be more to this life of mine. | |
| There is something deep inside that testifies of a greater kind. | |
| I cannot simply reach out for something better. | |
| I sit here incapable of such a feat, predetermined defeat, | |
| Unable to see past these walls around me. | |
| My mind, an empty room with no windows to see through. | |
| Isolated from the truth(from the truth). | |
| Do my eyes deceive me by what they have not seen, | |
| Freedom, the one desire that will never cease. | |
| My heart, it needs to change. | |
| I need a change. |
| There must be more, to this vacant room that i' ve been sitting in. | |
| Scratching at the walls, imprisoned in this state of mind. | |
| Brought into life with no hope in sight. | |
| Scratching at the walls of my new found home, the paint sits deep under my nails, | |
| A constant reminder of the attempts ive made, To escape from this place, to free myself from pain. | |
| To loosen these chains. | |
| To escape from this place, to free myself from pain, | |
| To rid my heart of hate. Rid my life of hate. | |
| My mind, an empty room with no windows to see through. | |
| Isolated from the truth from the truth. | |
| Do my eyes deceive me by what they have not seen, | |
| Freedom, the one desire that will never cease. There must be more to this life of mine. | |
| There is something deep inside that testifies of a greater kind. | |
| I cannot simply reach out for something better. | |
| I sit here incapable of such a feat, predetermined defeat, | |
| Unable to see past these walls around me. | |
| My mind, an empty room with no windows to see through. | |
| Isolated from the truth from the truth. | |
| Do my eyes deceive me by what they have not seen, | |
| Freedom, the one desire that will never cease. | |
| My heart, it needs to change. | |
| I need a change. |
| There must be more, to this vacant room that i' ve been sitting in. | |
| Scratching at the walls, imprisoned in this state of mind. | |
| Brought into life with no hope in sight. | |
| Scratching at the walls of my new found home, the paint sits deep under my nails, | |
| A constant reminder of the attempts ive made, To escape from this place, to free myself from pain. | |
| To loosen these chains. | |
| To escape from this place, to free myself from pain, | |
| To rid my heart of hate. Rid my life of hate. | |
| My mind, an empty room with no windows to see through. | |
| Isolated from the truth from the truth. | |
| Do my eyes deceive me by what they have not seen, | |
| Freedom, the one desire that will never cease. There must be more to this life of mine. | |
| There is something deep inside that testifies of a greater kind. | |
| I cannot simply reach out for something better. | |
| I sit here incapable of such a feat, predetermined defeat, | |
| Unable to see past these walls around me. | |
| My mind, an empty room with no windows to see through. | |
| Isolated from the truth from the truth. | |
| Do my eyes deceive me by what they have not seen, | |
| Freedom, the one desire that will never cease. | |
| My heart, it needs to change. | |
| I need a change. |