Derrek Estrella - The Hollow Book lyrics

The book of awful judgment opens up without a gasp Mothers laugh, knowing they are well within its clasp Contortionist collectors try to steal the pearls of hate Knowing that they've bought sorrow The hangman has died but he hasn't noticed yet His childhood eyes, black holes they bled His skin did not shine, it burned against the gate The lawyer said, "your life was borrowed" And now, I don’t know what to make Of all the types of people that sold their graves Our heads are hallowed, the hammer is strung On a board labelled, "LIFE WILL COME" O, sight on the merciful tune A chandelier's organs that blow at the moon Now they ask if their turn is soon To rein and deny the rapture Then the old man spoke to me "That's what I'm after" Then the newborn came to see What he's captured Pariahs and their papers try to sell a sacred loan Their ears are half divided by cloth and colour flown Their heads, all a-weary to the screaming sky Which cuts up their last disquiet The law is painted white as they cultivate their beds The tar inside their fingers speak of what is never said One man questions, "No" and another answers, "Why" Neither proud to imply it Now, the empress counts her nails Knowing her head's been impaled by hail Denim-clad Aztecs, they wear their books On their crooked teeth, their polyester maid forging their holy looks O, sight on that careless tune An expat awakens to black monsoons A convict bites on a bitter spoon And now they can see the rapture The flailing firebrand shouts "Have you been captured?" And the weeping fireman moans "Nothing's the matter" Lazy yellow caper all upon a crippled street Sober ears, tinnitus- rally for their defeat Nothing was left by the sons of the seal Who firmly kept their heads down "Twenty four hours" screams a nuclear pink sign Their holstered flowers loaded with aluminum dimes Bankers help pastors loosen their heels Until they all kiss the ground Secular peculiars tattoo holy text Onto the halls with the nectar of their necks Selling their brains to flagellated saints Their words lost to the rain O, sight on the empty tomb The thirteenth disciple, the counterfeit rune Crushed by the first manmade typhoon And thus began the rapture The impotent proctor sighs "You have faltered" And the last astronomer kneels Nothing comes after