Hollow Name
Lyrics
They cut the cake, but the knife stayed sharp, Your vows etched deep in a lover’s heart. The crowd went wild; their masks stayed still, A silent theater of swallowed will.
(Fm D# G# C#) You spoke in riddles, prose pristine, A gilded cage for what’s unseen. Each syllable a fractured line, Each promise aged like spoiled wine. Your truths unravel, thread by thread, What blooms in light must first be dead.
(Bbm Fm G# D#) The echo bends, it strains, it tears, A choir of ghosts fills empty chairs. Behind your crown, the cracks begin, A smile that hides the wars within.
(Fm G# D# C#) Raise the glass to stolen years, A toast to laughter carved from fears. The mirror breaks, the stage dissolves, Your reign a riddle none could solve. What’s left of love but smoke and flame? The ashes whisper your hollow name.
(D# C# Fm G#) Your throne was built on shifting sand, A house of cards at your command. Yet every king must face the tide, Each wave erasing what’s denied. The hourglass runs sharp with spite, Your empire fades into the night.
(C# G# Fm Bbm) So let the choir chant your fame, Each verse a stone inscribed with shame. The curtains rise; the truth appears, A masquerade dissolved in tears. Your grip is weak, your words are thin, The dance is done; the dark sets in.
(Fm G# D# C#) Raise the glass to stolen years, A toast to laughter carved from fears. The mirror breaks, the stage dissolves, Your reign a riddle none could solve. What’s left of love but smoke and flame? The ashes whisper your hollow name.
The embers fall, the stage is bare, A throne abandoned in poisoned air. Your legacy, a fleeting spark, That flickered once and left the dark.
(Fm G# D# C#) Do we raise a glass to stolen years? The laughter fades—what’s left behind? The mirror shatters, the shadows rise. What truth remains when all’s confined? What’s left of love—embers or flame? Do ashes echo, or is it shame?
(D# C# Fm G#) Was the throne ever truly yours? A fleeting step on fragile ground? Do the waves destroy, or cleanse the shore? What’s lost in silence—is it found? The hourglass turns, each grain descends. Does time destroy, or do we pretend?
(Fm G# D# C#) Raise the glass to what we’ve lost, The fragile moments, the hidden cost. The mirror shows what we can’t define, A fleeting glimpse of the divine. What’s left of love—embers that fade? Or sparks that linger, a debt unpaid?
(C# G# Fm D#) Is it the fall that teaches flight, Or just a veil of endless night? Do we create, or are we drawn? Is it the dusk, or is it dawn?
(Gradual shift from minor to major tones, hinting at hope) (A haunting melody introduces a shift in tone, signaling resolution.)
(Fm C# D#) If we are more than what we break, Then why the fire, why the ache? If love’s a shadow cast by light, Will we find it in the night? (Pause, a deep breath before the final line) Or does the silence hold the key, To all we are and all we’ll be?