Hymns for the Hollowed-Out

Verse 1

Gossamer wings on a river of shame

White feathers drift through the chemical rain

Past the hollow they glide, owning the good,

Bleeding colors through the splintered wood. They watch me sink

They watch me drown

With priestly patience

They pick me down

Chorus

Quacks are hymns for the hollowed-out

Hollowed-out

Ducks are angels made of pale clay

Pale clay

They drift and they judge and they never doubt

Never doubt

On a river of sin where the damned all pray

Verse 2

Breadcrumbs scattered like confessions on the shore

I gave secrets to the current and the current gave me more

Their beaks are gilded crosses, their gaze a burned void

They escort me to the water's edge, the end i cant avoid

Pre-Chorus

They watch me sink

They watch me drown

With priestly patience

They pick me down

Chorus

Quacks are hymns for the hollowed-out

Hollowed-out

Ducks are angels made of pale clay

Pale clay

They drift and they judge and they never doubt

Never doubt

On a river of sin where the damned all pray

Bridge

Feathers on the surface

Feathers in my throat

The mud remembers everything

The mud is all I wrote

Chorus

Quacks are hymns for the hollowed-out

Hollowed-out

Ducks are angels made of pale clay

Pale clay

They drift and they judge and they never doubt

Never doubt

On a river of sin where the damned all pray

Outro

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Verse 3

Feathers crown the riverbank in columns of cold white

The current hums a psalm that I recite into the night

Their shadows stretch like spires across the water's face

I offer up my hollow bones, I offer up my place

Pre-Chorus

They watch me rise

They watch me fall

With carved-out mercy

They take it all

Chorus

Quacks are hymns for the hollowed-out

Hollowed-out

Ducks are angels made of pale clay

Pale clay

They drift and they judge and they never doubt

Never doubt

On a river of sin where the damned all pray

Verse 4

I counted every ripple till the counting had no end

Every wingbeat measured like a blessing I can't spend

Their march across the shoreline is a liturgy of grace

And I am just a vessel now with nothing left to trace

Pre-Chorus

They watch me rise

They watch me fall

With carved-out mercy

They take it all

Chorus

Quacks are hymns for the hollowed-out

Hollowed-out

Ducks are angels made of pale clay

Pale clay

They drift and they judge and they never doubt

Never doubt

On a river of sin where the damned all pray

Bridge

White upon white upon white

The water keeps the score

I am a hymn that no one sings

A feather at the door

Hook

(float away)

Float away

(float away)

We all just float away

Chorus

Quacks are hymns for the hollowed-out

Hollowed-out

Ducks are angels made of pale clay

Pale