| Song | Empty words |
| Artist | Death |
| Album | Live in L.A. Death & Raw |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Ashes and promises share a bond | |
| Through the winds of change, words are blown away | |
| When visions that should be are tattooed in your mind | |
| The power to let go is sometimes hard to find | |
| The answer cannot be found | |
| In the writing of others or the words of a trained mind | |
| In a precious world of memories | |
| We find ourselves confined | |
| Claws so razor sharp | |
| Ripping at the spirit | |
| Promises a potential to hurt, is anything real? | |
| When forever is to be until | |
| Deep inside, in the world of empty words | |
| No escaping from those haunting, empty words | |
| Do you ever feel it? | |
| A craving that is so strong | |
| To by thought rewind in order to find | |
| Expectations that shined through the doubt | |
| That soon would turn into the price, of what a word will be worth | |
| When tomorrow comes to be and we are left | |
| Standing on our own and seeing what is real | |
| The answer cannot be found | |
| In the writing of others or the words of a trained mind | |
| In a precious world of memories | |
| We find ourselves confined | |
| Claws so razor sharp | |
| Ripping at the spirit | |
| Promises a potential to hurt, is anything real? | |
| When forever is to be until | |
| Deep inside, in the world of empty words | |
| No escaping from those haunting, empty words |
| Ashes and promises share a bond | |
| Through the winds of change, words are blown away | |
| When visions that should be are tattooed in your mind | |
| The power to let go is sometimes hard to find | |
| The answer cannot be found | |
| In the writing of others or the words of a trained mind | |
| In a precious world of memories | |
| We find ourselves confined | |
| Claws so razor sharp | |
| Ripping at the spirit | |
| Promises a potential to hurt, is anything real? | |
| When forever is to be until | |
| Deep inside, in the world of empty words | |
| No escaping from those haunting, empty words | |
| Do you ever feel it? | |
| A craving that is so strong | |
| To by thought rewind in order to find | |
| Expectations that shined through the doubt | |
| That soon would turn into the price, of what a word will be worth | |
| When tomorrow comes to be and we are left | |
| Standing on our own and seeing what is real | |
| The answer cannot be found | |
| In the writing of others or the words of a trained mind | |
| In a precious world of memories | |
| We find ourselves confined | |
| Claws so razor sharp | |
| Ripping at the spirit | |
| Promises a potential to hurt, is anything real? | |
| When forever is to be until | |
| Deep inside, in the world of empty words | |
| No escaping from those haunting, empty words |
| Ashes and promises share a bond | |
| Through the winds of change, words are blown away | |
| When visions that should be are tattooed in your mind | |
| The power to let go is sometimes hard to find | |
| The answer cannot be found | |
| In the writing of others or the words of a trained mind | |
| In a precious world of memories | |
| We find ourselves confined | |
| Claws so razor sharp | |
| Ripping at the spirit | |
| Promises a potential to hurt, is anything real? | |
| When forever is to be until | |
| Deep inside, in the world of empty words | |
| No escaping from those haunting, empty words | |
| Do you ever feel it? | |
| A craving that is so strong | |
| To by thought rewind in order to find | |
| Expectations that shined through the doubt | |
| That soon would turn into the price, of what a word will be worth | |
| When tomorrow comes to be and we are left | |
| Standing on our own and seeing what is real | |
| The answer cannot be found | |
| In the writing of others or the words of a trained mind | |
| In a precious world of memories | |
| We find ourselves confined | |
| Claws so razor sharp | |
| Ripping at the spirit | |
| Promises a potential to hurt, is anything real? | |
| When forever is to be until | |
| Deep inside, in the world of empty words | |
| No escaping from those haunting, empty words |