Hollow Man Songtext

We are the empty men, we are the masked men Resting together, cavity, stuffed with straw Figure, without shape, shadow, without nuance Impotent power, the empty men Movement, without action All who have gone with true vision To death's higher dwelling, may recall us here Not as 'damned, destructive ghosts But only as the empty men Simply as the masked men This is the lost land This is the desert land Here the graven images are built Here is the place where they will attain The entreaty of a lost soul's desire Beneath the glimmer of a dying sun Can it be so in death's second domain? No longer asleep, lonely At the moment of our greatest compassion Arms that would embrace Raised in supplication to toppled altars Where have the eyes gone? One finds no eyes here In this empire of dying suns In this vacant kingdom This scattered realm of fallen empires In this final assembly We stumble together and are silent Collected on the shores Of the river of disturbance, the barren men And for one moment the eyes reappear As the eternal Son moving broken stone In the land of shadow The last wish of the straw men, empty men