Empty Space
This desolate place
Floating hallucinations
I'm seeing ghosts in their face
Or maybe loose interpretations
In a binary daze
Nonstop miscalculations
Can't tell ones from zeroes
Missing every implication
Solitary, a speck of dust
Floating through this wasteland
Unaffected by heat nor gust
It levitates above the sand
I hear the yellow grains discuss
Our fate, just as we had
Days filled with disgust
Over what I've said
The empty space
Shipwrecked in a desert
Rather the devils luck
For an unlucky devil
A familiar face
Or might it be a stranger
I wouldn't know either way
With judgment this tainted
Looking in the window of souls
Listening to your existence
Played by three sandstone pianos
Each one sounding different
The wind dances in three four
After the desert started screaming
I'm left wondering what for
Unable to speak what I'm reading
This desolate place
Floating hallucinations
I'm seeing ghosts in their trace
Or maybe loose interpretations
In a binary daze
Nonstop miscalculations
Can't tell ones from zeroes
Missing every implication
The empty space
Shipwrecked in a desert
Rather the devils luck
For an unlucky devil
A familiar face
Or might it be a stranger
I wouldn't know either way
With judgment this tainted
The empty space
Shipwrecked in a desert
Rather the devils luck
For an unlucky devil
A familiar face
Or might it be a stranger
I wouldn't know either way
With judgment this tainted
Floating hallucinations
I'm seeing ghosts in their face
Or maybe loose interpretations
In a binary daze
Nonstop miscalculations
Can't tell ones from zeroes
Missing every implication
Solitary, a speck of dust
Floating through this wasteland
Unaffected by heat nor gust
It levitates above the sand
I hear the yellow grains discuss
Our fate, just as we had
Days filled with disgust
Over what I've said
The empty space
Shipwrecked in a desert
Rather the devils luck
For an unlucky devil
A familiar face
Or might it be a stranger
I wouldn't know either way
With judgment this tainted
Looking in the window of souls
Listening to your existence
Played by three sandstone pianos
Each one sounding different
The wind dances in three four
After the desert started screaming
I'm left wondering what for
Unable to speak what I'm reading
This desolate place
Floating hallucinations
I'm seeing ghosts in their trace
Or maybe loose interpretations
In a binary daze
Nonstop miscalculations
Can't tell ones from zeroes
Missing every implication
The empty space
Shipwrecked in a desert
Rather the devils luck
For an unlucky devil
A familiar face
Or might it be a stranger
I wouldn't know either way
With judgment this tainted
The empty space
Shipwrecked in a desert
Rather the devils luck
For an unlucky devil
A familiar face
Or might it be a stranger
I wouldn't know either way
With judgment this tainted
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Writer(s): Viggo Maris
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