Hollow Altars

[Intro] [Verse 1] They traded the steeple for a shopping mall And sold their souls for the comfort of the fall. The same old story with a modern twist, Trading salvation for the fist. [Pre-Chorus] Do you think a border wall will stop the bleeding wound? Do you think a different name will change the tune? Oh, the systems promise a safety net, While the soul is drowning in its own regret. [Chorus] **IT’S THE HOLLOW, THE HOLLOW, THE HOLLOW!** The petty games of avoiding sorrow. A desperate hunger for the level field, Where the seeds of greatness will never yield. You swap the leaders, but the game’s the same, A quiet despair in a justice frame! [Verse 2] The cry for equality is a weapon and a shroud, The coward’s verdict against the voices loud. A phantom of goodness built on the ruins of the old, Where every hero is a story to be sold. And mercy’s heavy price, it saves what should be cold. [Pre-Chorus] Do you think a new decree will break the chain? Do you think a better plan will ease the pain? They focus on the symptom, they miss the disease, The final comfort is the only thing they see. [Chorus] **IT’S THE HOLLOW, THE HOLLOW, THE HOLLOW!** The petty games of avoiding sorrow. A desperate hunger for the level field, Where the seeds of greatness will never yield. You swap the leaders, but the game’s the same, A quiet despair in a justice frame! [Bridge] They call it "Progress" when they bury the brave. They call it "Order" when they silence the wave. But the Real Change is the w*r within the bone, To tear the idols from the comfort zone. To be the lightning, not the thunder, the Overman denied. The will to power is the value that won’t hide. [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] **IT’S THE HOLLOW, THE HOLLOW, THE HOLLOW!** The petty games of avoiding sorrow. A desperate hunger for the level field, Where the seeds of greatness will never yield. You swap the leaders, but the game’s the same, A quiet despair in a justice frame! [Outro]