Parabellum - Harvest of Hollow

[Verse 1] You climbed the ladder, rung by rusted rung, “Sold your pulse for a name that’s already unsung.” Status seeker, you drop labels like prayers, “But any rose wilts when it’s fed on thin air.” I wanted to know the soul behind the sheen— “Now all I see’s the void where you’ve been.” [Chorus 1] Nothing is sacred in your bottom-line creed, “A dollar-sign altar where you beg to bleed.” Sanctified in judgment, yet rotting at the core, “Your paradise is a gilded floor.” [Verse 2] You watered gold where roots once bled, “Dug up the marrow, left the land for dead.” Now the soil chokes on the wealth you spread, “A harvest of hollow, and the sky’s turned lead.” [Chorus 2] Nothing is sacred in your bottom-line creed, “A dollar-sign altar where you beg to bleed.” Sanctified in judgment, yet rotting at the core, “Your paradise is a gilded floor.” [Instrumental Break] [Sharp guitar solos] [Dissonant keyboards] [Chorus 3] You’re running in circles, chasing your own chains, “I’m turning away from your hollowed remains.” [Chorus 4] Nothing is sacred in your bottom-line creed, “A dollar-sign altar where you beg to bleed.” Sanctified in judgment, yet rotting at the core, “Your paradise is a gilded floor.” [Outro] All that I deserved was the cost of your greed, “Now the harvest rots from your corrupted seed.” You’ll drown in the echoes of the lives you drained, “I’m sowing new soil where your idols are maimed.”