[Intro with violin] [Verse 1] The Hollow whispers in my ear, (You’re lost, but you’re still here,) I light a smoke to drown it out, (your the voice is crystal clear) The rain’s a needle, sharp and cold, it stitches me to the ground, I’m a thread that won’t be cut, I’ll rise through every sound. The city’s veins are pulsing slow, (I’m walking through its spine,) The Hollow laughs, it knows my name, (You’re running out of time.) I’m not running, I’m not scared, I’m grinding through the grind, I’ll trade my fear for calloused hands, I’ll leave the past behind. [Chorus] Matches in the rain, I’m carving through the dark, A spark too stubborn to lose its mark. The Hollow can’t have me, I’m done with the fight, Even dying flames can defy the night. [Verse 2] The Hollow’s breath is in my lungs, (You’re weak, and I’m still strong,) It feeds on every doubt I’ve spun, (but I’ve been here too long.) I spark a match, it burns my skin, a reminder I’m alive, The smoke becomes a shield, a sword, I’ll use it to survive. The streets are slick, (the lights are dim, but I can see the end,) The Hollow screams, it claws my chest, (You’ll break before you bend.) I’m not bending, I’m not broke, I’m built from every scar, I’ll walk this road until it ends, no matter where you are. [Chorus] Matches in the rain, I’m carving through the dark, A spark too stubborn to lose its mark. The Hollow can’t have me, I’m done with the fight, Even dying flames can defy the night. [Bridge] The Hollow’s voice is fading now, (You’ll never make it out,) (And I’m the storm, I’m the spark, I’m the fire and the doubt.) I’ll burn through every chain you’ve made, I’ll shatter every wall, The rain can’t drown the fire in my veins—I’ll rise above it all. [Final Chorus] Matches in the rain, I’m rising through the ash, A spark reborn from the final clash. The Hollow’s just a shadow, I’m stepping into light, No storm can steal what fuels my fight. [Violin interlude] I’ll make it, I’ll take it, I’ll rewrite the rules! The Hollow’s just an echo, I’m nobody’s fool! Through the fire, through the flood, I’ll find my way to you! Even a dying glow can leave its mark, and I’ll see it through! [end]