Hollow Empire

Stone and glass, a gilded cage,

Built on fear, baptized in rage.

Voices sold and truth confined,

The crown sits heavy on the blind.

We let the dark become our norm,

Forgot our hands could shape the storm.

But rust runs deep through every throne,

And it’s our fire that melts the stone.

No savior comes, no gods descend,

The world will heal when we begin.

It’s not the end we’re waiting for,

It’s us — the builders, the restored.

Stand in the wreckage, claim your role,

Rebuild the heart, revive the soul.

We are the cure, we are the spark,

The dawn ignites inside the dark.

Tear down the greed that wore a crown,

Raise the lost and lay hate down.

It’s our job, our blood, our time,

To bring the world back into line.

No master left, no slaves remain,

The truth still hums beneath the pain.

The hollow empire fades to dust,

And we rebuild because we must.