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

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

till the rats are fed

who examines the doctors?

who examines the doctors?

i'm the hollowman

i'm the hollowman

i'm the hollowman

it's just a matter of bullets

in hollow brains

as i wander slowly

through 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

who examines the doctors?

who examines the doctors?

i'm the hollowman

i'm the hollowman

i'm the hollowman