Empty
Oh, Mary why have you come
Come drop your oils and run
you'll find no one, find no one
Oh, Thomas can't you see
Where bone and sinew meet
you'll find a hole (find a whole)
Oh, Saul look down at your hands
All red and dripping in the sand
It's the wrong blood, the wrong blood
Come find the blood, of the son
Writer/s: Brett Ratliff, Justin Adams
