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“The Hollow Parade” is a haunting protest song that explores the collapse of social justice, the manipulation of political systems, and the emotional numbness of a society drifting toward authoritarianism. It unfolds like a slow, surreal march through a world where wealth shields the powerful, truth is commodified, and silence is weaponized.

The song opens with a whispered reflection on how comfort and silence are sold as truth. The first verse exposes the widening gap between rich and poor, portraying justice as wounded and passive. The pre-chorus introduces emotional dissonance—people play along, but something inside is breaking. The chorus delivers the central metaphor: a “hollow parade” where decay is normalized and silence is mistaken for peace.

Subsequent verses dive into:
- Lobbyism and political corruption, where laws are bought and democracy becomes theater.
- The rise of fascist ideologies, masked as patriotism and tradition.
- Digital alienation, where curated pain and social media numb real suffering.
- Disconnected leadership, where those in power speak from marble thrones, untouched by the realities of the street.

The bridge is a spoken-word rupture—a warning that beneath every anthem lies a faultline. The final verse asks whether we will awaken when silence begins to scream, or continue chasing the dream. The outro fades into whispered despair, as the parade marches on—hollow, sorrowful, and louder than ever.

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🎤 Lyrics: “The Hollow Parade” (Clean Version)

[Intro – Static Whispers]  
They told us silence was safety.  
They sold us comfort as truth.  
But the wires hum with hunger,  
And the shadows know our youth.

[Verse 1 – The Divide]  
In towers of glass they count their gold,  
While children sleep in cardboard folds.  
The ladder’s pulled, the gate is sealed,  
The poor grow hungry, the rich concealed.  
A whisper spreads: “This is the way…”  
But justice limps and turns away.

[Pre-Chorus – Cracks in the Frame]  
We watch the screen, we play the part,  
But something’s breaking in the heart.

[Chorus – Hollow Parade]  
This is the hollow parade,  
Where truth is dressed in debt and shade.  
March to the rhythm of decay,  
And pray the silence keeps you safe.

[Verse 2 – The Lobby Waltz]  
They dance in halls with velvet ties,  
Trade truth for favors, sell their lies.  
A handshake buys a law or two,  
While we choke on the air they blew.  
The ballot’s ink begins to fade—  
A puppet show, a masquerade.

[Verse 3 – The Hollow Parade]  
Marching boots in polished rows,  
Flags unfurl where hatred grows.  
They chant of pride, of blood, of land,  
While silence grips the outstretched hand.  
The past returns in sharper dress,  
With slogans carved in emptiness.

[Pre-Chorus – Cracks in the Frame]  
We watch the screen, we play the part,  
But something’s breaking in the heart.

[Chorus – Hollow Parade]  
This is the hollow parade,  
Where truth is dressed in debt and shade.  
March to the rhythm of decay,  
And pray the silence keeps you safe.

[Verse 4 – The Disconnect]  
Screens glow bright with curated pain,  
A thousand likes, a dying vein.  
The leaders speak from marble thrones,  
Their words like static, dry as bones.  
They’ve never walked the broken street,  
Where hope and hunger daily meet.

[Bridge – The Faultline]  
There’s a faultline under every anthem,  
A tremor in the polished speech.  
The ground remembers what they forget—  
And one day, it will teach.

[Verse 5 – The Echo Chamber]  
So build your walls and call it peace,  
Let fear and profit never cease.  
But cracks will form, the truth will bleed,  
From every soul they failed to feed.  
And when the silence starts to scream—  
Will you wake, or chase the dream?

[Outro – Dissonant Fade]  
The parade keeps marching,  
But the drums are hollow.  
The flags are stitched with sorrow.  
And the silence…  
is growing louder.

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

The Hollow Parade

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