[solo finger-picked electric guitar intro, anthemic, spacious reverb] [verse 1 - hushed, spectral vocal delivery over sparse chords] Faith without works is dead Love without work is dead Pulse, march — corruption eats whole Rising from fire, in the streets we cry We carry our dead But in our minds… [chorus - band enters, hypnotic bass + jagged guitars] Hollow and empty Pointing fingers at the sky No one’s allowed to talk Everyone thinks they’re right [verse 2 - drums shift into polyrhythm, guitars angular] Impervious walls of stone Self-righteous on their throne High horse rides through the night Built on foundations of lies The system feeds on fear While we march through the mud Sacred and profane collide In rivers of blood [chorus - heavier layering, distorted guitars swell] Hollow and empty Pointing fingers at the sky No one’s allowed to talk Everyone thinks they’re right [bridge - tempo fractures, tribal drum pattern builds, guitars chaotic] Bullshit prophets on the hill Preach salvation while they kill Action dies in committee rooms While the earth prepares our tombs Work your faith into the ground Love requires more than sound Break the silence, break the spell Or we’ll march ourselves to hell [final chorus - massive wall of sound, vocals desperate, layering chants] Hollow and empty (Faith without works is dead) Pointing fingers at the sky (Love without work is dead) No one’s allowed to talk (Rising from fire) Everyone thinks they’re right (We carry our dead) But we’re hollow We’re empty We’re dead It’s all bullshit (passive-aggressive bullshit) (passive-aggressive bullshit) (passive-aggressive bullshit) [outro - feedback drenched guitar fade, bassline lingers hypnotically]
