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 !

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 hollowman

It's just a matter of bullets

in hollow brain

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've got faith in the end

but you just can't see