The War Economy

by Hollow Truth

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released 08 May 2015

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Hollow Truth Dublin, Ireland

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Crossover hardcore band from the Bray area of Dublin.
Bray Area Thrashers.

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Track Name: Resentment
Listen up, you can take it from me, holding anger is poison - it breeds misery.This cell, one horrible year, now I'm sickened by what I once used to revere.The fuckin' stress of trying to thrive in this place, it seems like every day - a fuckin' arms race.Sitting, smoking, fuckin' wasting away, breeding your own contempt, what more can I say?


I just can't bear the weight That holds me down, that suffocates.Exuding from their pores,I breathe it in, taking more and more.I can tell it's changing me,Distorting me, and I couldn't see.Just how it's sinking in,Toxic temperaments, it already begins.


Listen up, you can take it from me, holding anger is poison - it breeds misery.This cell, one horrible year, now I'm sickened by what I once used to revere.The fuckin' stress of trying to thrive in this place, it seems like every day - a fuckin' arms race.
Sitting, smoking, fuckin' wasting away, breeding your own contempt/spreading dismal attitude, what more can I say?


This resentment,
A double edged sword,
As I lash out,
It harms me more and more and more.


I just can't bear the weight
That holds me down, that suffocates.
Exuding from their pores,
I breathe it in, taking more and more.
I can tell it's changing me,
Distorting me, and I couldn't see.
Just how it's sinking in,
Toxic temperaments, it already begins.
Track Name: The War Economy
Trying and failing to win his good grace,
In the blink of an eye you were shipped from this place,
Broken and beaten, like hammer on stone,
Descending to madness, afraid and alone.

Degraded and brainwashed, a weapon of lies,
A cold blooded killer, real life is despised.
Twisted and moulded, brought up in their shape,
Your haunted expessions enough for fuck sake.

You see the light?
Yeah, this is the eye of the storm.
Don't be afraid,
We are the products of war.

When the rich wage war, the poor man dies,
The only route that you saw, I could see in your eyes.
Just one more soldier, but at the highest of costs,
It's still yet to sink in, just what I've lost.

Degraded and brainwashed, a weapon of lies,
A cold blooded killer, real life is despised.
Twisted and moulded, brought up in their shape,
His haunted expessions enough for fuck sake.

You see the light?
Yeah, this is the eye of the storm.
Don't be afraid,
We are the products of war.

Their "freedom" is slavery and ignorance is strength,
They say war creates peace and they'll go to any lengths.
With doctrine and deception, free thoughts they engulf,
When men become the sheep they're devoured by the wolf.

Just like before,
The gears of war,
Consume, transform,
The eye of the storm.

Their "freedom" is slavery and ignorance is strength,
They say war creates peace and they'll go to any lengths.
With doctrine and deception, free thoughts they engulf,
When men become the sheep they're devoured by the wolf.

I see the light!
Yeah this is the eye of the storm.
I'm not afraid,
'Cas I'm a product of war.
Track Name: Eye Of The Storm
The signs are warning, can't you see?
But this ain't how it's meant to be.
We're never gonna realise,
So I'm heading to the other side.

Imagine we were able to see,
The end together, just you and me.
Hear the sound of the seventh horn,
Pass away together in the eye of the storm.

Eye of the storm.

The final stages; cold, bleak and cruel,
Humanity marked by war, fool against fool.
So what's gonna happen? Eternal bliss?
It's said that our judgement will begin with a kiss.

I can feel it deep inside of me,
I pray for our reckoning to be.

Eye of the storm.

Apocalypse, a frame of mind?
The end of all hope, yeah, our future is blind.
So what's gonna happen? Eternal bliss?
It's said that our judgement will begin with a kiss.

I can feel it deep inside of me,
I pray for our reckoning to be.
The blaze will develop from a spark.
Isn't it better to burn than wither in the dark?

The signs are warning, can't you see?
But this ain't how it's meant to be.
We're never gonna realise,
So I'm heading to the other side.

Imagine we were able to see,
The end together, just you and me.
Hear the sound of the seventh horn,
Pass away together in the eye of the storm.

I just want to spend our final hour,
Hand in hand with you and watch the heavens devour,
Our crumbling earth, hear the trumpets on high,
See the dead come back to life and watch the living all die.
Track Name: Unchanging Misery
Looking deep inside is to the fountain of good,
But how can this be true? I just never understood.
I struggle with my anger, my quality of thought,
I struggle to maintain virtue, and the eagerness I sought.


Drifting all alone on a chartless, endless sea,
Paying homage to a formless beast, unchanging misery.
The strongest of emotions, is the fear of the unknown,
But you've willed it on yourself, now you're all on your own.


I'd love to understand the fucking cogs in your head,
Open it up and see them work, grasp just how you've been misled.
The snake that cannot cast its skin will soon be dead,
We took control and cut all ties, maybe now you'll speak the truth instead.


These winds of rage,
They blow inside of me,
I feel them building,
They beg to be set free.


I'd love to understand the fucking cogs in your head,
The tales you spin, the grief you sow, the caustic fucking shit you spread.
The snake that cannot cast its skin soon will be dead,
Regret's an excuse for those who've failed, now we'll succeed alone instead.


These winds of rage,
They blow inside of me,
I feel them building,
They beg to be set free.


(Nobody knows misery just as well as you,The man who wills it all, but nothing himself can do.)


NOBODY KNOWS JUST AS WELL AS YOU.


Drifting all alone on a chartless, endless sea,
Paying homage to a formless beast, unchanging misery.
The strongest of emotions, is the fear of the unknown,
But you've willed it on yourself, now you're all on your own.