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While My Guitar Gently Weeps

The Hollow House is a cinematic protest rock ballad that critiques the moral decay and corruption in modern politics. Through vivid imagery and accusatory verses, the song exposes how power and wealth have replaced integrity and public service. It portrays a world where leaders serve only their elite circles, while the majority are misled, neglected, and silenced. The lyrics build from quiet despair to a dramatic climax, ending in a haunting spoken outro that leaves the listener reflecting on lost values and broken trust.

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The Hollow House  
Lyrics by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf 

[Verse 1]  
There’s a banquet in the hollow house  
Where the velvet masks don’t slip  
They toast to gold and power plays  
With blood upon their lips  
The chandelier swings silently  
Above the silent screams  
They sell the future for a fee  
And bury all our dreams  

[Verse 2]  
They whisper laws in corridors  
Where daylight never dares  
And write the rules for chosen few  
While we choke on poisoned air  
The ballot box, a marionette  
The news, a painted screen  
They feed us hope in plastic wraps  
And call it liberty  

[Chorus]  
Oh, the sun is setting twice tonight  
One for truth, one for the lie  
And in the ashes of their appetite  
The common man must die  
They build their towers on our bones  
And smile behind the glass  
While decency and dignity  
Are relics of the past  

[Verse 3]  
They dress their lies in Sunday suits  
And preach from marble thrones  
While war and hunger knock on doors  
And no one picks the phone  
The streets are lined with silent rage  
The schools with broken glass  
They teach us how to kneel and smile  
Then fail us in the class  

[Bridge – Spoken Word]  
*“They built the stage, they wrote the script…  
And left us bleeding in the wings.”*

[Final Chorus]  
Yes, the sun is setting twice tonight  
One for justice, one for greed  
And in the silence of the dying light  
They never hear us plead  
They write their names in marble stone  
While ours fade in the dust  
And every promise that they made  
Was forged in broken trust  

[Outro – Spoken]  
*“And when the curtain falls…  
They’ll call it progress.  
But we’ll remember the silence.”*

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© Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf (MOBest). All rights reserved.  

While My Guitar Gently Weeps

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