We here are the Hollow men
We here are stuffed with god
We here bask under stolen crown
together too, embrace wealths cruel umbrella
Headpiece on the wall staring so tall
Over empty voices, to see all crawl
Then calling each act, his glory
but cry hollow, easy to swallow
As the wind cries, in the grass
rats feats, upon decaying fountain head
foundations designed unstable, inherited
Hollow shaped charge, without colour
without regret, without humanity
crossed and crossed
Your death, your repressed
a golden key, to kingdom they designed
of Hollow men’s eye
of story’s made fact
Remember us, that was burned
In there fire high, is never high enough
Violent, but signed by god, is just, is fine
The Hollow men, draw the line
stuffed with god, its all fine
No nearer, to Hollow man promise
as your dreams, replaced, again, by screams, by rape
The Hollow man gets his pay
on that crowning day
A column of light broken
There a tree, swings
distant, cracked
even a star fades
No matter the sacrificed made
or the gross pay, made
No nearer, no nearer, no dear
yet, they still sell the Hollow man
his grey suit, lined with Greek thinkers
Again made him
Again made your stomach hollow
Again meeting to say hello
now twisted, to hungers brow
The dead can now only live here
The dead can prick, but not bleed
The dead count no hour
The dead live iron, stone and walk alone
in any crowd
But plan all thats hollow
with love, with passion, with a kiss
to make all swallow
his broken word
and become death
Where the insane
turns the sane broken and parade
turns the sane broken and parade
Now parade made
its Hollow men made
God said feel no shame,
for the river of blood, fall
only of human tall
Now cleanse, colour, paper and sound
and make all hollow as you
Think nort of shadows, that fall
or of ideas that bleed
For tomorrow, we will write history
and its hollow
and its the hollow
that will shine
and get to dine
At the feet of a king
can you hear the angels sing, now!
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