Hollow - Whispering Sons

It’s barren land

And hollow men

Chanting children

Holding hands

And they dance

I’ve been here for too long

But there’s straw inside my head

An artificial stillness but the wind still cuts like glass

And this desert’s turning cold

A deserted kingdom where the fever only grows

And this is the dead land

This is the mad land

And life is very long

When you’re stuck in existence

Is this the way the world ends

Is this the way the world ends

And life is very long

When you’re stuck in existence