Hollow Hands

I walked through alleys where no preacher goes
Bodies selling comfort, shaking bones for clothes
She said: Kiss me rough till I forget my name
But the blood on my lips whispered she came from pain

With hollow hands I dig the ground
Sex and blood in the lost and found
If there was light, it fled from me
Hollow hands, still digging deep

Saw a preacher trade his cross for naked skin
And a cop sell fear with a tired grin
Touched her fevered body, warm like sin
But her muffled crying burned right through my skin

With hollow hands I dig the ground
Sex and blood in the lost and found
If there was light, it fled from me
Hollow hands, still digging deep

And every shadow knows what I've done
Sin is just hunger with nowhere to run

With hollow hands I dig the ground
Sex and blood in the lost and found
If there was light, it fled from me
Hollow hands, still digging deep