Hollow Gut

Listen to this hollow talk From this hollow gut Bring a pocket full of silver For the passing of the buck Thy kingdom has been tumbled Fallen from it's greatest heights Only clouds to pray to now And a promise of vain delights You have seen right through A promise of vain delights Of having wings and white robes The gates of pearl are forever closed Someone put his pen to paper And he wrote such poetic lines Then he turned into religion And talk of souls and other lies.