Nothing is concealed, Every fear revealed, I lose the strength to pretend. Hope is turning sour, In this lonely hour, I wait until the bitter end. The mirror shows a lie, I cannot say why. They tear me open, They rip the seal, Every hidden pain, Now they can feel. I am the Hollow man, No soul to claim, Just a shell trapped In a broken frame. I’m on display! I’m on display! Silence is too loud, Lost within the crowd, They read the fear in my stance. Hiding is a lie, Underneath the sky, They steal the peace of my chance. The mirror shows a lie, I cannot say why. They tear me open, They rip the seal, Every hidden pain, Now they can feel. I am the Hollow man, No soul to claim, Just a shell trapped In a broken frame. I’m on display! I’m on display! The air I breathe is heavy, cold, A story that's been bought and sold. My spirit, broken, frayed, and old, A hollow cage that cannot hold. I scream a sound that makes no noise, I am the victim of their choice, To take my thoughts and crush my joys, A puppet dancing to their voice. The mirror shows a lie, I cannot say why. They tear me open, They rip the seal, Every hidden pain, Now they can feel. I am the Hollow man, No soul to claim, Just a shell trapped In a broken frame. I’m on display! I’m on display! Built from a broken frame Broken frame (c)
