Hollow Point
Laura McElroy, Joseph McElroy, John Gaskill
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.
