| Hollow
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| To be without the One that brought us here
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| Meaningless
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| Rip the roots from the ground to lay down foundations bound to crumble
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| Generations will come and go but the earth will remain
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| Swallow lies as you construct compensations for truth
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| Trading in our souls for white washed figures and towering symbols of our
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| progress. |
| We’re all chasing the wind
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| But it’s all in vain. |
| The same fate will overtake us all in the end
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| The workforce marching, hearts heavy as stone
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| For the same fate overtakes us all
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| And I have walked every mile, and upturned every stone. |
| I’ve indulged every
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| urge And bowed at the altar of greed
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| Just to find that all of this is meaningless
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| What is there left for men to do with the little time we have?
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| Denying ourselves nothing we desire. |
| We are counting down the days until we’ve
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| reached our final hour. |
| Nothing will be gained under the sun
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| I have seen, all things forged must come undone
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| I have surveyed all my hands have done
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| And when we pass we leave everything behind
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| I have walked every mile, and upturned every stone. |
| I’ve indulged every urge
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| and bowed at the altar of greed
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| Just to find that all of this is meaningless
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| And as we stand at the edge of time, we will look back and we will see
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| That our gods all will fade to dust if they are built from mortar and machines
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| Hollow
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| Meaningless |