"Empty Shell" genre: Indie
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	Aggressive/Groove Additional Musicians: Jonathan - Backing Vocals (courtesy of 3-Hole Face) Kevin Facer - Backing Vocals (courtesty of Pagewater)
	MP3.com CD: The Millenium Project - buy it! MP3.com CD: The Torrent Collective - buy it! CD: The Millenium Project   Label: Torrential Music Credits: Recorded by Michael Gonda. Produced by Torrent and the Staff of Soundscape Studio. Mastered by Kevin Facer and Torrent. Music: Blair McCauley w/Torrent Lyrics: Torrent
	Story Behind the Song Put down, criticized, judged by those who view themselves as the messengers of God. Who are they? Do I not bleed? Am I not the same as they are? Do they not sin? I cry like them, I die like them. I remind each of them that Christ said "if any man says he is without sin, he is a liar." And, "Let him that is without sin cast the first stone." No man has the right to judge another. Not I, nor any of you. It's time that we stop putting our children through hell, by passing our own hypocrisies onto them. Because, sometimes, no matter what we think we see, God sees his child. Lyrics Looking back on my life and times of disbelief All of my hopes and my dreams, but I can not be free From all the pain and the prison that seems so real I force to numb all emotion I don’t want to feel Into the night just a child I am brought to tears Grimacing stares from the demons inside my fears My endless screams there’s nobody that seems to hear I’m all alone inside my own, god let me out of here. I hear the anger calling, I feel my temper rising I hear my vengeance screaming, I feel the dead returning In darkened years from the silence that feeds my mind I slam the door to the closet in which I hide And nurture hate for this hypocrite society That made me die as I denied the child inside of me You close your eyes to my vision so you can not see The tortured soul of the child that you’ve destroyed in me And in the spill from open wounds you’ve torn from judging me You’ll see the blood from the god that burns inside of me I hear the anger calling, I feel my temper rising I hear my vengeance screaming, I feel the dead returning and as I open up my eyes, remove the lies in which I hide I fall again upon my knees and cry that I could be set free

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