This is a song about "Her letter was empty"

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

And the message of this letter was born

Her face was calm, as if the wounds didn’t seal her fate

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Knock her out and drag her back to an empty lobby's halls,

I'm the president writing myself a letter

Whether any weather, nobody doing it better

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Sky high, she knew her demise was nigh

Should have reread the letter

I thought i recognized her

Gone is just a letter

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.