[Intro] (Eerie, clean electric guitar playing a slow, repetitive arpeggio. A low, pulsing bassline joins in, building a heavy sense of tension.) [Verse 1] An empty farmhouse standing in the grey A silent witness to the final day The wooden door is hanging from the frame We step inside without a face or name The floorboards whisper under heavy boots We are the scavengers, pulling up the roots A layer of dust upon a family frame Nothing out here will ever be the same. [Chorus] These hollow walls are holding onto ghosts We are the uninvited, desperate hosts Taking the scraps that others left behind Losing the borders of a civil mind Forgive us for the things we have to take We do it for tomorrow's bitter sake Inside these hollow walls. [Verse 2] I check the corners for a hidden threat My palms are covered in a freezing sweat A quiet kitchen where the silence screams A graveyard of a thousand broken dreams I find a hidden can beneath the floor And suddenly I'm hungry for some more The guilt is heavy, but the hunger wins This is the moment where the dark begins. [Chorus] These hollow walls are holding onto ghosts We are the uninvited, desperate hosts Taking the scraps that others left behind Losing the borders of a civil mind Forgive us for the things we have to take We do it for tomorrow's bitter sake Inside these hollow walls. [Verse 3] We push the heavy table to the door And lay our sleeping bags upon the floor The wind is howling through the broken glass We watch the shadows of the evening pass The rifle rests right next to where I lie I stare into the ceiling, asking why But sleep won't come to close my weary eyes Just waiting for the morning sun to rise. [Chorus] These hollow walls are holding onto ghosts We are the uninvited, desperate hosts Taking the scraps that others left behind Losing the borders of a civil mind Forgive us for the things we have to take We do it for tomorrow's bitter sake Inside these hollow walls. [Outro] (The quiet tension explodes into a sudden, heavy burst of distorted guitars and crashing cymbals. The noise sustains for ten seconds before abruptly cutting to a single, ringing acoustic chord that slowly fades out.)
