No content
You have no content, you have no comment
You’ve got nothing to say to me, just immorality
You’re content is so weak, you barely even speak
I read all your words and I’m left so empty
Your point of view don’t even tempt me
I don’t care if you resent me
No content, No content
You leave us all so hollow, but still so many follow
Constant streams of images and words
Represent a pagan world
No content, No content
Images on the page, inflame with lust and rage
I am wise to your plan, destroying my defences
I hold up and repel your offences
So hollow, so hollow, so hollow, so hollow
You point the finger at me, as the singer
What has your faith got to say about this?
But all you do is bitch and diss
So hollow, so hollow
You have no solution; you’re just peddling pollution
You accuse of lost family values
Then point the finger at me
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