Words in a mist... sense is gone. Screen’s gone dark—the fire is done. One quick second, now it’s all turned 'round. A bitter, heavy sign is what we’ve found. We’re locked outside the secret, hidden code, Forgotten deep within—a heavy load. Trail’s gone cold, our sunrise cut in two, Now only emptiness is coming through. Like a bird in a cage, a thought takes flight, Scrabbling for a bit of clear, blue light. But the mind’s just a crowd, a frantic spin, With no one calling us to let us in. So we’re standing there, on a blurry line, Where the truth just slips—a mirage, fine. Leaving nothing but a trace of lonely pride, And a spirit where the midnight comes to hide. Just a name in the air—it’s Vacancy. And a memory is all that’s left for me. Seventeen megs... like a thousand years, Hiding all the data and the old-time fears. Like a book with the pages all wiped clean, Every word is just a part of the machine. No love, no pain, no malice in the soul, Just the truth, taking back its full control. Maybe a "love you" was hidden in the stack, A secret sigh that’s never coming back. A cold account, or a final, sad goodbye... Buried in a mystery, beneath a digital sky. There’s no use holding what won’t stay, A single phrase that vanished right away. And the heart starts to ache, because it’s scared to know, The real, raw cry of how the feelings flow.
