Uploaded January 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
Nope (Hollow Point Elysium) by The Gloom In The Corner
Chapter 5 the new LP ‘Royal Discordance’, out February 27th, 2026.
Purchase/Stream: bfan.link/nope-hollow-point-elysium
Subscribe: https://smarturl.it/SharpToneRecs
PRODUCED by Jonathan Dolese and The Gloom In The Corner
MIXED & MASTERED by Jonathan Dolese
ALBUM ARTWORK by Sam Mayle
VISUALISER ARTWORK by Neptura Art
– – –
Gun up, head down; rack a round.
Check the slide; 'pas de deux' as the band plays
'Til the A.I.D comes, or the music wanes;
Drunken Don Quixote armed with a pistolet.
Cap the knee, ‘brisé volé’, disengage.
Side-step; unload on the ribcage.
‘Pas de bourrée’; I'm surprised I can aim straight.
Breathless; should have aimed for the fuckin' face.
Damn you, damn me.
Bullet ballet. Ricochet;
Hollow Point Elysium.
Damn you, damn me.
Bullet ballet. Ricochet;
Hollow Point Elysium.
Yeah, goddamn me.
(Goddamn…)
Feeling slow, are you slipped from the disdain?
‘Cabriole’; fuckin' poppin' pills like Max Payne.
1000 Rounds and you miss 'til you're empty;
John Woo takes notes on my gunplay.
‘Échappé, en avant’; draggin' blades
'Cross your bones, dying hard; fuckin' John McClane.
"Yippee-ki yay, motherfucker". Make it rain.
Swept up in the eye of the hurricane.
Damn you, damn me.
Bullet ballet. Ricochet;
Hollow Point Elysium.
Goddamn me.
Did it go through? Or are you digging nerves?
Open wound; from the dance to the fuckin' hearse.
Stem the flow, grit your teeth, don't show it hurts.
Give it all it's worth, last night on earth.
No party fouls, and no tricks,
Just a bullet with your name on the side of it.
My remorse is a death that comes quick.
Am I God? Am I Death? Or something more sick?
Nope, just a son of a bitch.
Yeah, I’m a son of a bitch.
Damn you, damn me.
Bullet ballet. Ricochet;
Hollow Point Elysium.
Damn you, damn me.
Bullet ballet. Ricochet;
Hollow Point Elysium.
Goddamn me.
Damn you, damn me.
Ricochet; Hollow Point Elysium.
Goddamn me. Goddamn...
– – –
“‘The most perceptive character in a play is the fool, because the man who wishes to seem simple cannot possibly be a simpleton’, it says in Don Quixote.
I met up with our old friend Preacher - you may or may not remember him, it matters not - as he had information vital to us defeating the King - he had reconfigured Pandora’s Box to be able to drain the King of his power. We chose the inconspicuous location of a private room in a jazz bar on a full night - is my sarcasm translating? I can’t tell. Unfortunately, this was the meeting detailed in my messengers gunned down by this story’s fool, Jay, and he brought with him the wrath as any man could with regenerative healing abilities, telekinesis, and a loaded magazine.
Gatecrashing our little rendezvous by taking a dive through a skylight - my fault, I teleported up there and pushed him when I spotted him - the night turned into a bizarre, if not beautiful ballet of bullets and bloodshed. I had to hand it to the drunk, he knew how to aim well despite his inebriation. With Sherlock temporarily dispatched through Jay’s steady hand, it came down to him and I. The fool be damned, he nicked an artery in my leg with a stray bullet, and were it not for an angel watching over, that could have been the end of my story then and there.”
• Clara Carne, the Molotov Queen of the Royal Brigade
Nope (Hollow Point Elysium) by The Gloom In The Corner
Chapter 5 the new LP ‘Royal Discordance’, out February 27th, 2026.
Purchase/Stream: bfan.link/nope-hollow-point-elysium
Subscribe: https://smarturl.it/SharpToneRecs
PRODUCED by Jonathan Dolese and The Gloom In The Corner
MIXED & MASTERED by Jonathan Dolese
ALBUM ARTWORK by Sam Mayle
VISUALISER ARTWORK by Neptura Art
– – –
Gun up, head down; rack a round.
Check the slide; 'pas de deux' as the band plays
'Til the A.I.D comes, or the music wanes;
Drunken Don Quixote armed with a pistolet.
Cap the knee, ‘brisé volé’, disengage.
Side-step; unload on the ribcage.
‘Pas de bourrée’; I'm surprised I can aim straight.
Breathless; should have aimed for the fuckin' face.
Damn you, damn me.
Bullet ballet. Ricochet;
Hollow Point Elysium.
Damn you, damn me.
Bullet ballet. Ricochet;
Hollow Point Elysium.
Yeah, goddamn me.
(Goddamn…)
Feeling slow, are you slipped from the disdain?
‘Cabriole’; fuckin' poppin' pills like Max Payne.
1000 Rounds and you miss 'til you're empty;
John Woo takes notes on my gunplay.
‘Échappé, en avant’; draggin' blades
'Cross your bones, dying hard; fuckin' John McClane.
"Yippee-ki yay, motherfucker". Make it rain.
Swept up in the eye of the hurricane.
Damn you, damn me.
Bullet ballet. Ricochet;
Hollow Point Elysium.
Goddamn me.
Did it go through? Or are you digging nerves?
Open wound; from the dance to the fuckin' hearse.
Stem the flow, grit your teeth, don't show it hurts.
Give it all it's worth, last night on earth.
No party fouls, and no tricks,
Just a bullet with your name on the side of it.
My remorse is a death that comes quick.
Am I God? Am I Death? Or something more sick?
Nope, just a son of a bitch.
Yeah, I’m a son of a bitch.
Damn you, damn me.
Bullet ballet. Ricochet;
Hollow Point Elysium.
Damn you, damn me.
Bullet ballet. Ricochet;
Hollow Point Elysium.
Goddamn me.
Damn you, damn me.
Ricochet; Hollow Point Elysium.
Goddamn me. Goddamn...
– – –
“‘The most perceptive character in a play is the fool, because the man who wishes to seem simple cannot possibly be a simpleton’, it says in Don Quixote.
I met up with our old friend Preacher - you may or may not remember him, it matters not - as he had information vital to us defeating the King - he had reconfigured Pandora’s Box to be able to drain the King of his power. We chose the inconspicuous location of a private room in a jazz bar on a full night - is my sarcasm translating? I can’t tell. Unfortunately, this was the meeting detailed in my messengers gunned down by this story’s fool, Jay, and he brought with him the wrath as any man could with regenerative healing abilities, telekinesis, and a loaded magazine.
Gatecrashing our little rendezvous by taking a dive through a skylight - my fault, I teleported up there and pushed him when I spotted him - the night turned into a bizarre, if not beautiful ballet of bullets and bloodshed. I had to hand it to the drunk, he knew how to aim well despite his inebriation. With Sherlock temporarily dispatched through Jay’s steady hand, it came down to him and I. The fool be damned, he nicked an artery in my leg with a stray bullet, and were it not for an angel watching over, that could have been the end of my story then and there.”
• Clara Carne, the Molotov Queen of the Royal Brigade
