hollows of devotion

		and i shall turn your eyes into tears
		when all that's left are the hollows of devotion
		and out of vision we shall bring the void
		crowned with hoods and crying with hope
		
		eagle on arm and terror in eye
		resist and struggle
		your faith is a lie
		
		and the death of dreams shall be a beautiful end
		with flowers of filth and wine and fine men
		
		certain slips of the tongue are laced with disappointment
		with disappointment
		from start to end
		confront me with your dream
		confront me with your dream
		confront me with your dream
		and lives so cruel i curse
		
		and i shall turn your eyes into tears
		when all that's left is the hollow of devotion
		and out of vision we shall bring the void
		crowned with hoods and crying with hope
		and the death of dreams shall be a beautiful end
		with flowers of filth and wine and fine men