The hollow man thought he had power over everything, a snap of the fingers was the sound of a king.

I know what’s best for you and I know what’s best for me, when I speak the two are one, this is the way of royalty.

The hollow man thought he had by grace of god been saved from the gun; to make the world in his image was what he craved.

With a stroke of my pen, with a word to my aide, the blood will be drawn, the price will be paid.

The hollow man thought he had by his acts no one to answer to, he saw vengeance as virtue dealt out to those who not true.

The only reality I live in is what I can buy. My profit, your loss. The only truth is the lie.

The hollow man thought he had all nations in his hand, to cower and kneel at his feet, and give thanks to just stand.

I can seize your throat I can enter your dreams, I can sleep well at night A conscience is not what it seems.

The hollow man thought he had command over all, could school choirs to stop singing; the hollow man on the hill was a fool.

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