Verse 1 – rapid, venomous rap-scream) I clocked my hours in the grinder, now I’m clawing for the exit Words drip like honeyed poison, but they never quite connect The soul’s gone dull, the mirror’s cracked and fading Reckoning’s a circus, sickness dressed in gold plating Go strip the forests, go poison every vein Then swallow down the fortune while the world screams in pain Shrinking smaller, disappearing in the spin It’s started, I’m done pretending Not alone in this (Pre-Chorus – building tension with layered screams) And the storm will drown every last one We hurl ourselves against the stone Nobody else can see the saint I carved inside my bones (Chorus – heavy, anthemic, chant-ready) Hollow! Hollow! Pulse is breaking! Hollow! Hollow! Veil is shaking! (Verse 2 – faster, more chaotic) Cracks are spreading through the pavement that we laid with pride Where the shrine came crashing, secrets crawl out and multiply Nothing’s original, we murdered it for sport Left with nothing but the venom that we taught ourselves to court Who needs another sermon from the prophets made of glass? Look me dead in the eyes and tell me this will last Now it’s only vacuum, bitter, counterfeit and cold I think the end is written Not alone in this (Pre-Chorus) And the storm will drown every last one We hurl ourselves against the stone Nobody else can see the saint I carved inside my bones (Chorus – heavier, with gang vocals) Hollow! Hollow! Pulse is breaking! Hollow! Hollow! Veil is shaking! (Bridge/Breakdown – slow, crushing chug then explosive) The edge of what remains… The edge of what remains… The edge of what remains… The edge of what remains! Synthetic savior scams (Hollow!) I tried to scream it loud but (Hollow!) Your bleeding hearts are flatlining now (Hollow!) Can’t bury a thought when it’s starving and loud (Hollow!) If the hunt is open (Hollow!) Tell me — is this what you begged for? (Hollow!) (Final Chorus – full intensity, double-time feel) I’m not the only one And the storm will drown every last one We hurl ourselves against the stone Nobody else can see the saint I carved inside my bones And the storm will drown every last one We hurl ourselves against the stone Nobody else can see… The martyr rotting quietly in me The edge of what remains! The edge of what remains! The edge of what remains! The edge of what remains!
