“Hollow Point” is a Lovibond May Rowanwood song from the Rowanwood music catalogue, centered on themes of confrontation, judgment, and the illusion of meaning in destruction, carried by a brooding folk-pop arrangement with analog warmth and a late emotional lift.
Strange and discordant tremors twisting through your mind
(You seem)
Choking out a silent scream
(To dream)
You stand before them exposed
Deranged and daring visions clouding up your eyes
(Of conscious)
As if walking in a dream
(Of conscience)
Raise the barrel lock and load
Of you
Don’t blame me
I am not there
I don’t see why I should care
When every day
Is Bloody Sunday
With you
Singing your own eulogy
Since the day you were born
Your wearing your full metal jacket
(Hair Trigger)
Nothing gets under your skin
(Hair Trigger)
You fire your hollow point bullets
(Bang Bang)
In losing you hope to win
No blissful esoteric meaning
(Sonic boom)
Just seventeen people dead
Put the gun down
Sinking ever deeper in self-styled victimhood
(Buck up)
Claiming you no longer feel
(Hang tough)
Damning yourself to death row
Blowing off your made-up face cannot make it good
(Walk it off)
Do you think it makes you real?
(Talk it out)
Or authentically en vogue?
Be still
Don’t blame me
I am not there
I don’t see why I should care
When every day
Is Bloody Sunday
With you
Singing your own requiem
Since the day you were born
You’ve opened your full metal jacket
(Hair Trigger)
Things get under your skin
(Hair Trigger)
You eat your hollow point bullet
(Bang Bang)
In losing you hope to win
No blissful esoteric meaning
(Sonic boom)
Just another person dead
Put the gun down
In a world where being happy seems shallow and quaint
Alright
Being broken is the rule
Okay
Bitch whine moan complain and cry
You might think me an innocent—but
I’ll be dancing beneath clear blue skies
Singing
I am free
Without a care
I don’t see why I should care
When every day
Is a holiday
And I
Singing out a new song
My spirit free at last
I’ve cast off my full metal jacket
(Open Mind)
Opened up my heart again
(Open Hand)
I bite my hollow point bullet
(Yes, Yes)
I can feel it ease the pain
Conspicuously vulnerable
Laughing in the morning rain
Lift your heart up
Lift your heart up