Hollow Man

from the album "Doppelgänger"

Words and Music by Terry Taylor
©1983 Twitchen Vibes/ Paragon Music Corp. ASCAP
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 simply 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 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