Hollow Point - Comrades, Garrett Russell

Torches out for revenge surely it will find them

Unforgiveness on our lips, we become the victim

Peace will never be achieved by hearts full of war

What if the blood you wish for, ends up being yours

Hollow point, is all your hate helping anything?

Why are we so surprised when strife begins to grow

You reap what you sow

Hands speak louder than your tongue

What have you done?

Hate’s an anchor you’re tied to

Hands speak louder than your tongue

What have you done?

Cut yourself loose

Hate’s an anchor you’re tied to

You are drowning, cut yourself loose

Empty words won’t free the hold

Hollow point made