[Intro – Ambient synths, distant static, reversed piano notes]
(Spoken, processed, close-mic, with heavy reverb)
"They told us to build a better world… So we paved the garden and called it progress."
(A single, distorted guitar note. Drums enter — slow, marching, inevitable)
[Verse 1 – Clean, melodic vocals (processed with light distortion), electronic beat, atmospheric guitars]
We sold our shadows for a brighter screen,
Traded the forest for a god-machine.
They fed us comfort in a plastic cup —
Now the poison's in our blood, and we can't wake up.
I saw a child ask the sky for rain,
The sky said, "Sorry, I'm owned by a different name."
They built a bunker for the chosen few —
The rest of us are breathing smoke and calling it dew.
[Pre-Chorus – Vocals become more strained, drums intensify, bass pulse]
Do you feel the silence in the static?
Do you taste the ash behind the politic?
They pull the strings while we cut the wires —
The world is burning, and we're funding the fires.
[Chorus – Explosive, huge, anthemic. Clean, soaring vocals with layered harmonies]
WE KILLED THE SKY TO BUILD A THRONE!
Now the angels are choking on a broken ozone.
THEY WEAR OUR SKIN AND CALL IT LAW!
While the devil counts his blessings on a golden straw.
I used to pray for a savior's grace,
Now I just scratch my name on a dying star's face.
THIS IS THE LAST PRAYER OF A HOLLOW EARTH —
We gave our souls away… for what it's worth.
[Verse 2 – Spoken-sung, rhythmic, aggressive. Industrial synths, heavy bass, scratches]
Tick-tock, the clock's a whip on our backs,
They turned our homes into a tax bracket maze.
Every protest is a meme by noon,
They taught us to hate ourselves under a harvest moon.
I watched a prophet sell his prophecy for views,
Now the truth wears a mask and charges for the news.
The planet's coughing up her final breath,
And the secret government is laughing at the death.
[Pre-Chorus – Building, layered vocals, electronic glitches]
Do you hear the children on the borderline?
They're singing lullabies to a broken spine.
We built a prison and called it peace —
Now even the ghosts are begging for release.
[Chorus – Even more powerful, full band, orchestral swells]
WE KILLED THE SKY TO BUILD A THRONE!
Now the angels are choking on a broken ozone.
THEY WEAR OUR SKIN AND CALL IT LAW!
While the devil counts his blessings on a golden straw.
I used to pray for a savior's grace,
Now I just scratch my name on a dying star's face.
THIS IS THE LAST PRAYER OF A HOLLOW EARTH —
We gave our souls away… for what it's worth.
[Bridge – Stripped down, only piano, ambient synths, and vulnerable clean vocals]
(Soft, aching, almost whispered)
I remember when the rivers had a voice…
Before they sold the water by the ounce.
I remember when the trees could hold the sky…
Before the bulldozers taught them how to die.
(Beat drops — electronic pulse — then silence — then EXPLOSION)
[Breakdown – Crushing, syncopated, guttural screams, industrial percussion]
THIS IS NOT A REVOLUTION —
THIS IS A CONFESSION.
We watched the soul of the world decay…
AND WE CALLED IT PROGRESS!
(Slower, heavier)
THEIR. FLAG. IS. A. NOOSE.
THEIR. PEACE. IS. A. TOMB.
THEIR. GOD. IS. A. SHAREHOLDER.
AND WE DIG OUR OWN GRAVE WITH EVERY CONSUMED ROOM.
(High-pitched shriek)
WAKE UP!
(Guttural) WAKE UP!
(Whispered) …if there's anything left to wake.
[Final Chorus – Chaotic, layered, Oli Sykes-style emotional rawness]
WE KILLED THE SKY TO BUILD A THRONE!
Now the angels are choking on a broken ozone.
THEY WEAR OUR SKIN AND CALL IT LAW!
While the devil counts his blessings on a golden straw.
I USED TO PRAY FOR A SAVIOR'S GRACE,
NOW I JUST SCREAM MY NAME IN A DYING STAR'S FACE.
THIS WAS THE LAST PRAYER OF A HOLLOW EARTH —
We sold our souls for a second birth…
(Sudden drop — clean, vulnerable, single voice)
…and we're still not worth it.
[Outro – Fading electronics, distant static, single heartbeat]
(Spoken, broken, fading)
They asked me if I wanted to be saved…
I asked them, "From you… or from myself?"
(Silence. Then — a single, distorted cough — like the earth's last breath)
(Cut to silence.)