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Bass by Dustin Derry
Guitars & Organ by Trouble

^{Key: Em | BPM: 50, 4/4 time
Mood: Ballad, acoustic, haunting, troubled, depressed, regret, betrayal}

Lyrics

The darkness, it just eats me up
And the dawn, it just won't come
The roar of the engine
Sings a hymn of redemption
Muffler rumbles like a drum
"The wounds are just for attention"
They say while pouring in the salt
Disinterested eyes
Contradicted with lies
Heartbreak soaked in alcohol

CHORUS
Nothing fills these hollow bones
The emptiness just swallows me whole
Went to the crossroads; I made a deal
Begged for anesthetic so I wouldn't feel
Flesh is weak so I gave up the ghost
Now nothing fills these hollow bones

Terrible memories
Emerge from behind the veil
Ghosts that haunt me
Devil that tricks me
Trauma in exquisite detail
I tell myself that I don't care
But I know damned well, it's for show
No real conversation
Just manipulation
They weren't sorry when I didn't know

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BEHIND THE MUSIC

Hollow Bones

In mid May of last year, we lost someone very close to us, someone very important. It was the latest in a long string of losses, but this one hit harder than the rest combined. In the wake of the tragedy, I did what I could to hold everything together, burying my grief and sadness and depression, getting a thankless job to offset the costs of the funeral and other expenses that began piling up in the aftermath.

Pretending you're okay when you aren't is exhausting. The key to doing it is not let yourself feel it, but that requires not feeling anything. At some point, you get to where you feel like you are just a robot, performing perfunctory tasks and exchanging meaningless pleasantries, and the whole while, your soul is SCREAMING... the kind of screams of a pain too big to carry. When you do this successfully, when you make yourself literally not acknowledge the pain because you still have to make money and survive and the one person who cares about you needs the time and space to process an unimaginable loss... it is like making a deal with the devil, like going to a crossroads demon and trading your entire ability to be impacted by anything for a numbness that allows you to provide.

The sacrifice is the whoever you were when you made that deal... that person is gone.

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