Lyrics:
we are the hollow men/we are the stuffed men/worshipping weariness/quiet and meaningless/as each of our own exhales/and the kingdom of dry grass fails/rises, rustles, and rusts, and fades in a day/i have made myself my own pawn/and the eyes I dare not meet in dreams/i have not seen for far too long
Hannah Hubin & Caitlin Anselmo