(Lyrics: Andersson, Music: Andersson)
The hollow sky is red
the race is on
faces are all dead
the race is on
It's just a matter of time !

Bedrooms are tombs
cradles are coffins
tears I cannot shed
a matter of time
a matter of slugs
'til the rats are fed

Who examines the doctors ?

I'm the hollowman
It's just a matter of bullets
in hollow brain
as I wander slowly
thru bullet rains
My hollow eyes
are staring down the hole
jesus, satan, hitler