Whispers from forlorn voices tell only lies Lips spewing malcontent, honesty deprived Who are we if not the sum of our kin The miscreant product of these hollow men
And so love lies bleeding When even hope can't mend The god that it's feeding Worshipped by hollow men
Looking for comfort in a tangle of snakes Finding only miswant and lost in it's wake There is no respite within the wolf's den Pleasure and pride, the vice of these hollow men
And so love lies bleeding When even hope can't mend The god that it's feeding Worshipped by hollow menTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.