Hollow Halo

[smooth_high_end] [softened_cymbal_transients] [balanced_stereo_field] [tape saturation, subtle analog warmth] Verse 1 You wear your virtue like a cheap disguise But I see the cracks in your painted lies Polished edges, but the shine won’t last Every saint’s just a sinner with a shattered past Chorus Your halo’s hollow, nothing but a glare A crown of lies that was never really there You preach your gospel, but your hands aren’t clean Your hollow halo don’t mean a damn thing Verse 2 You build your temple out of smoke and glass Fragile empire that will never last You talk in riddles, but the truth bleeds through Every false word cuts a line right back to you Chorus Your halo’s hollow, nothing but a glare A crown of lies that was never really there You preach your gospel, but your hands aren’t clean Your hollow halo don’t mean a damn thing Bridge I’d rather bleed than bow to your throne I’d rather burn than be left alone Rip off the mask, let the ashes fall There’s nothing holy in you at all Final Chorus Your halo’s hollow, nothing but a glare A crown of lies that was never really there You preach your gospel, but your hands aren’t clean Your hollow halo don’t mean a damn thing Your hollow halo — don’t mean a damn thing