Whispering Sons
Hollow
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