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Hollow world

A rap release from 0zkMusic.

Genre
Rap
Duration
3:30
Language
English
Release
February 23, 2025

Lyrics

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This is how the world ends…
Not with a bang… but a whimper…

We the hollow men, yeah, we the lost souls,
Walkin’ through the ruins where the cold wind rolls.
We got heads full of noise, hearts turned to stone,
Livin’ in a city where we all die alone.

Shadows in the streets, ghosts in the night,
Tryna find meaning, but we lost our sight.
They tell me pray, but my lips stay sealed,
Ain’t no god in the place where the world stands still.

šŸ’€ We just echoes in the dark (Dark)
šŸ’€ No fire, no spark (Gone)
šŸ’€ No voices, no cries (Why?)
šŸ’€ Just empty, hollow eyes…

This is how the world ends… not with a bang… but a whimper…

Dead land, cactus sand, no love, just demand,
Prayin’ to the stone gods, idols built by hand.
They sell us dreams like they sell despair,
But the streets don’t listen, ā€˜cause the truth ain’t there.

Between the motion and the act, we fall,
Tryna stand tall, but we crumble like walls.
No leaders, no preachers, just flickers of hope,
But the fire burns out in the thick of the smoke.

“Between the dream and the scheme, there’s a crack in the seams…”
“Between the thought and the deed, there’s a world that bleeds…”

Circle round, round, like a ghost parade,
Dancin’ in the dust where the lost souls fade.
Five o’clock in the morn’, just wastin’ time,
While the world burns slow and we all stay blind.

Can’t fix what’s broken, can’t save what’s lost,
Turned our hearts into steel, but look at the cost.
Is this the way? Is this the plan?
Or we just hollow men, tryna play god with our hands?

šŸ’€ We just echoes in the dark (Dark)
šŸ’€ No fire, no spark (Gone)
šŸ’€ No voices, no cries (Why?)
šŸ’€ Just empty, hollow eyes…

This is how the world ends… not with a bang… but a whimper…

Not with a bang… but a whimper…

The idea
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Eliot’s hollow men and whimpering apocalypse are pulled into street ruin: heads full of noise, hearts of stone, cities where everyone dies alone. Prayer seals the lips; no god in the freeze. Echoes in the dark, empty hollow eyes—the hook as diagnosis.

Between motion and act, dream and scheme, ā€œa crack in the seams,ā€ a world that bleeds. Ghost parade at five in the morning; idols of hand-built stone; dreams sold beside despair. Rap’s aggressive drive suits the inventory of a civilization that cannot fix what it broke and still ā€œplays godā€ with ruined hands.

The end arrives not as spectacle but as fade—the whimper as the only honest volume left.

Production

Made with
Suno
Model
Suno v5.3
Made with Suno v5.3.