We are the hollow men
We wear headpiece filled with straw
We play blank dirge
Behind this grand facade
We scream these hollow words
Beneath your artificial sky
We are the architects of nothing
To those whose dreams have died
We are the empty men, dreamers of dreams
And you with none of your own
This life is but a pang and all is one
So welcome to the show
We Reach through
Connection
To bleed your marrow
We Sing glass
Reflections
Now waste and sorrow
We Feel you
Connection
Our wavelength
We Seduce
We suffocate
Hollowed mimics warp before you
Blank upon the plank before you
Dead dreams and we men of vapour
Erecting longings tailor-made
This is how the world ends