Yanalie - Hymn for the Hollow Lyrics

[Intro]
Trust fund kid with a microphone
Daddy's villa feels like broken bones
Marcus showed me how to break the mold
But every lesson left me feeling cold

[Verse 1]
Modernist prison made of glass and steel
Everything's fake, nothing here feels real
Popping pills just to feel alive
Three days deep in an Adderall dive
Silver spoon stuck in my f*cking throat
Designer clothes but my mind's broke
Marcus said "kid you got potential"
But his words feel like credentials

[Chorus]
Upper class trash, trying to be raw
Everything I am is what I saw
In a mentor's twisted gallery
Salvation's just another fallacy
Yeah, salvation's just another fallacy

[Verse 2]
DIY beats in a million-dollar home
Recording pain while I'm not alone
Nordic samples haunting through the mix
Like ghosts of everything I tried to fix
Privilege weighs like concrete shoes
Walking through life with trust fund blues
Marcus taught me how to hold the mic
But never taught me how to sleep at night

[Bridge]
Villa walls closing in
Family name feels like sin
Art school dreams turn to dust
Creative chains covered in rust

[Verse 3]
Every track I lay down feels pretend
Like I'm playing dress-up with my friends
Underground scene but I'm surface deep
Trust fund baby trying not to weep
Marcus's shadow follows everywhere
DIY culture with designer flair
Can't escape this golden cage I'm in
Authenticity's my original sin

[Chorus]
Upper class trash, trying to be raw
Everything I am is what I saw
In a mentor's twisted gallery
Salvation's just another fallacy
Yeah, salvation's just another fallacy

[Outro]
Still popping pills in daddy's house
Still screaming verses full of doubt
Marcus's voice inside my head
Wonder if authenticity's dead