[INTRO]
Blackbirds scatter, sky turn red,
Boots in the brush where the warnings bled.
They brought lights, they brought hell,
But the Hollow knows how to swallow well.
Every ridge, every root, got teeth—
Every silence hides a blade beneath.
They want an end, they want a name—
But the deeper they dig, the worse it became.
[VERSE 1]
They came with heat, came with plans,
Maps and drones and chalkboard scans.
Dogs sniffin’ round that p****n moss,
But they can’t track what the forest lost.
Burlap ain’t run, Burlap ain’t plead,
He just fed the hills what the lawmen need.
One by one they lose the trail,
Every radio go d**d in hail.
[chorus]
The Hollow Remains, through b***d and flame,
Ain’t no badge gon’ carve its name.
You can’t arrest what’s born from dirt,
You just end up fed to hurt.
The Hollow Remains, don’t bend, don’t bow,
It outlived kings and it’ll outlive now.
You chase the ghost, you dig your grave—
This Hollow ain’t lost, it’s brave.
[VERSE 2]
One cop found the church of bone,
No roof, just roots grown through stone.
He knelt, thought he heard a prayer—
Just a snare line hummin’ in the air.
Another tried to climb Ridgeback Drop,
Slipped on truth, never did stop.
Every badge that came too bold
Got etched in pine, never grown old.
[chorus]
The Hollow Remains, through b***d and flame,
Ain’t no badge gon’ carve its name.
You can’t arrest what’s born from dirt,
You just end up fed to hurt.
The Hollow Remains, don’t bend, don’t bow,
It outlived kings and it’ll outlive now.
You chase the ghost, you dig your grave—
This Hollow ain’t lost, it’s brave.
[VERSE 3]
Final push, they stormed the mill,
Guns drawn, nerves gone still.
But the stills was empty, smoke long gone,
And Burlap’s breath already moved on.
Tracks lead deep where the compass fail,
Where names get stripped and stories pale.
They ain’t find him, never will—
Just whispers clingin’ to the hill.
[chorus]
The Hollow Remains, through b***d and flame,
Ain’t no badge gon’ carve its name.
You can’t arrest what’s born from dirt,
You just end up fed to hurt.
The Hollow Remains, don’t bend, don’t bow,
It outlived kings and it’ll outlive now.
You chase the ghost, you dig your grave—
This Hollow ain’t lost, it’s brave.
[OUTRO]
Now the leaves fall quiet again,
No more sirens, just the wind.
Burlap ain’t a man no more—
He’s the shadow leanin’ on the door.
[OUTRO]
Wrong Hollow stand like a cursed hymn,
Bound in silence, bark, and sin.
They tried to burn it, tried to claim—
But the Hollow remains, without a name.
