Hollow Man – Daniel Amos – letras

We are the empty men, we are the masked menResting together, cavity, stuffed with strawFigure, without shape, shadow, without nuanceImpotent power, the empty menMovement, without actionAll who have gone with true visionTo death’s higher dwelling, may recall us hereNot as ‘damned, destructive ghostsBut only as the empty menSimply as the masked menThis is the lost landThis is the desert landHere the graven images are builtHere is the place where they will attainThe entreaty of a lost soul’s desireBeneath the glimmer of a dying sunCan it be so in death’s second domain?No longer asleep, lonelyAt the moment of our greatest compassionArms that would embraceRaised in supplication to toppled altarsWhere have the eyes gone?One finds no eyes hereIn this empire of dying sunsIn this vacant kingdomThis scattered realm of fallen empiresIn this final assemblyWe stumble together and are silentCollected on the shoresOf the river of disturbance, the barren menAnd for one moment the eyes reappearAs the eternal Son moving broken stoneIn the land of shadowThe last wish of the straw men, empty men