Hollowman

the hollow sky is red
the race is on faces are all dead
the race is on.
It’s just a matter of time
(lead: Hellid)
Bedrooms are tombs
cradles are coffins
tears I cannot shed.
a matter of time
a matter of slugs
til’the rats are fed.
Who examines the doctors!
I’m the hollow man
It’s just a matter of bullets
in hollow brains
as I wander slowly
thru bullet rains
My hollow eyes
are staring down the hole.
jesus, satan, hitler
bought my soul.
It’s rotten and sour
but it’s inside of me.
I got faith in the end
but you just can’t see.