The Hollow Anthem

(Intro - whisper to scream)
Yeah!
They sell you rage like it’s holy scripture,
Motherfucker!
But it's all just venom in a broken pitcher!
Click-clack! Feed the pack!
Another mask for a marionette act—
(Verse 1)
They light the fire, then scream “Arsonist!”
Feedin’ the beast that don't even exist!
False prophets in a suit and tie,
Preachin’ revolution from a castle in the sky!
Barbed-wire tongues, they twist your fate,
March in circles while they cultivate hate!
You're not a rebel, you're just a prop,
Burnin’ with fury that they never let stop!
(Pre-Chorus)
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Do you feel alive?
Or just a puppet on a stage with a scripted cry?
HEY!
It's a cycle made of shame,
And you're screamin’ their slogans like it’s your name!
(Chorus)
THIS IS THE HOLLOW ANTHEM!
Motherfucker!
Built from rage they designed to rent ya!
THIS IS THE HOLLOW ANTHEM!
A thousand fists, but no one's handin' answers!
Scream for the truth—but it’s lips are sewn!
March to the beat of a microphone drone!
THIS IS THE HOLLOW ANTHEM!
Where the wolves wear wool and call it rebellion!
(Verse 2)
They built the riot just to sell the calm,
Then pose with a smile like a ticking bomb.
“Power to the people”—but only on loan,
With a barcode stitched to your megaphone!
You're not awake, you’ve been programmed to kneel,
To a polished machine that tells you how to feel.
They crowned the liar, blamed the flame,
Set the world on fire just to change the frame!
(Bridge - slow and brutal)
Motherfucker!
This ain’t your voice—it’s an echo chamber!
Motherfucker!
You’re just the fuel for a power changer!
They let you scream, they let you bleed,
But the throne stays clean while we tear at the feed!
(Breakdown - scream)
CAN’T SEE THE STRINGS? YOU’RE THE SHOW!
BANG YOUR HEAD FOR THE STATUS QUO!
THEY ARE THE QUESTION, THEY ARE THE FEAR,
AND THE ANSWER IS ALWAYS "WE’RE RIGHT HERE!"
MOTHERFUCKER!!!
(Final Chorus)
THIS IS THE HOLLOW ANTHEM!
Built from fire that they faked just to brand ya!
THIS IS THE HOLLOW ANTHEM!
Where rage is a leash and they love how it hangs ya!
Shout for the cause—while they write your script,
Then cut out your tongue when the ratings dip!
THIS IS THE HOLLOW ANTHEM!
Where the stage is set—and the blood is ransom!
(Outro - fading growl)
False war, true control...
You burned your soul in a protest role...
They own your roar, they own your pain...
And they’ll sell it back again and again...
MOTHERFUCKERRRRR!!!

Death-punk metal. Heavy vocals and heavy riffs. Filled with anger and visceral rage., male