| Song | Empty |
| Artist | Emilie Autumn |
| Album | Your Sugar Sits Untouched |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| This empty space | |
| Cannot be filled | |
| Your kind words bleed right through me | |
| And I could cry but I’d only lose my tears | |
| Just another form of release | |
| Release what | |
| I’m empty | |
| You could pass your hand right through my body | |
| And touch the wall behind me | |
| But who, for all my emptiness, | |
| Who would have the strength | |
| To lift me up? | |
| My faith | |
| In mortal man is badly bruised | |
| The gods have proven to be deaf | |
| Or else they have a perverse sense of humor | |
| Apparently these are European gods | |
| For there is nothing funnier than a | |
| Fat man in a tutu |
| This empty space | |
| Cannot be filled | |
| Your kind words bleed right through me | |
| And I could cry but I' d only lose my tears | |
| Just another form of release | |
| Release what | |
| I' m empty | |
| You could pass your hand right through my body | |
| And touch the wall behind me | |
| But who, for all my emptiness, | |
| Who would have the strength | |
| To lift me up? | |
| My faith | |
| In mortal man is badly bruised | |
| The gods have proven to be deaf | |
| Or else they have a perverse sense of humor | |
| Apparently these are European gods | |
| For there is nothing funnier than a | |
| Fat man in a tutu |
| This empty space | |
| Cannot be filled | |
| Your kind words bleed right through me | |
| And I could cry but I' d only lose my tears | |
| Just another form of release | |
| Release what | |
| I' m empty | |
| You could pass your hand right through my body | |
| And touch the wall behind me | |
| But who, for all my emptiness, | |
| Who would have the strength | |
| To lift me up? | |
| My faith | |
| In mortal man is badly bruised | |
| The gods have proven to be deaf | |
| Or else they have a perverse sense of humor | |
| Apparently these are European gods | |
| For there is nothing funnier than a | |
| Fat man in a tutu |