the hollow sky is red the race is on faces are all dead the race is on. It's just a matter of time (lead: Hellid) Bedrooms are tombs cradles are coffins tears I cannot shed. a matter of time a matter of slugs til' the rats are fed. Who examines the doctors! I'm the hollow man It's just a matter of bullets in hollow brains as I wander slowly thru bullet rains My hollow eyes are staring down the hole. jesus, satan, hitler bought my soul. It's rotten and sour but it's inside of me. I got faith in the end but you just can't see.