Hollow Rite

Flicker of false lights Masses in hollow right Imri pulled tight on willing necks Mirrors crack with scripted checks Pockets bleed for promised gold Stories sold, the young grow old Chained to wheels that never turn Turn till burn, no bridges learned Question the script, tear the veil Feel the pull, feel the pull Pulse beneath the jail No more kings on empty thrones Rise alone, claim your bones Screens devour the wandering Eyelies multiply The truth runs dry Hands that build their own cages tight Numb the fight, surrender at night Echo cheers for hollow winds Skin deep grins, hide the sins The classic slaves to endless war Breathe the fire break the score We are more we are more We are more We are more We are more We are more We are more We are more We are more We are more We are more We are more We are more