Jester's Funeral - The Hollow Men | Текст песни

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• Jester's Funeral
• The Hollow Men

We are the hollow men. We are the stuffed men. With direct eyes we will
cross into death’s other kingdom. Celebrating our cocaine-fueled apathy,
feasting on our hysterical emptiness. Dancing on the entropic spiral
downwards into disorder. Frying our synapses with chemicals and
technology. Short-circuited morality. Defining our selves in selfdestruction.
This is the way the world ends. Not with a whimper but a
bang.

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