Of Colours - Hollow King Lyrics

8 feet down, 8 to the right
They march while bullets strike
Move as the deaf and the blind
Blank words and false bleach
Why would you ever practice
All vicious hope you preach
Why would you ever suffer (will you strain)
Wait and see

What have you become?
Tell me, what have you become?
The complacent and callous one

8 feet down and 8 to the right
Bury the last humane thought below your solid grounds
Feed them your fear of the unknown
Long live the hollow crown
Long live the hollow king
Loose lips of those who sing

Say, would you rather suffer?
For those who are in need
Or plant another seed
While the ground is burning beneath

Those judging eyes speak of regret
Compassion that you never felt
Of all the fear you've been put through
They stitched relentlessly at you
Who are you to judge?
Will you stop playing god?
What have you let yourself become?

Your shallow talks are wearing thin
Still enough to get under their skin
Can you bare the truth as your only burden from now on

What have you let yourself become?

They march in rhythms
Long live the hollow king
They march in rhythms
They fall apart
Long live the hollow king
When you raise your voice
There's nothing but white noise