For me, therefore, everything has a double existence
Both in time and when time shall be no more
Vanity, vanity, all is vanity
And darkness is on the face of the deep
Who has failed, mankind or the church?
I am weary of my own life
I am weary of those who seek to destroy me

Yet one day the demiurge's workshop
Will suddenly be stilled
Unimaginable silence
And the form of every single grain
Will be restored in glory
I was judged for my despair
Because I was unable to understand this
Let thy servant depart;
My Lord and my God, having seen thy salvation

I am a hollow man
I am his double here...