[Intro]
The sun sinks low, shadows stretch across the ground.
The silence wraps around me—no answers, no sound.
The sky’s bleeding colors I’ve never seen before,
Each one feels like a warning, but I keep moving toward the shore.
[Chorus]
The horizon feels empty, like it’s hiding the truth,
A place where dreams crumble and memories lose their youth.
I walk toward the void, where the end begins,
Through the echoes of failure and forgotten sins.
The closer I get, the further it seems,
Lost in this wasteland of shattered dreams.
[Verse 1]
I’m walking on ruins, the wreckage of time,
Every step’s a reminder of mountains I couldn’t climb.
The air feels heavy, pulling me down,
Every choice I’ve made still weighs me like a crown.
I hear whispers in the distance, but they don’t make sense,
Fragments of a story lost to the winds.
I reach for the pieces, but they scatter like dust,
A cruel little trick from the shadows I trust.
[Chorus]
The horizon feels empty, like it’s hiding the truth,
A place where dreams crumble and memories lose their youth.
I walk toward the void, where the end begins,
Through the echoes of failure and forgotten sins.
The closer I get, the further it seems,
Lost in this wasteland of shattered dreams.
[Verse 2]
The sky above stretches out, endless and bare,
A reflection of my scars written in the air.
The ground shifts beneath me, like doubt beneath my feet,
Swallowing the steps of the paths I couldn’t keep.
I’ve shouted my name, but the void gives no reply,
Just the echo of silence, an unanswered why.
The wind carries secrets I’ll never hold,
They fade like whispers, distant and cold.
[Bridge]
What’s waiting beyond this hollow line?
Redemption, or just another cruel design?
Am I chasing a future, or running from the past?
Will I find the answers, or will this shadow be my last?
But even in this emptiness, a spark remains,
A tiny rebellion, burning through the pain.
I don’t know what’s waiting, but I’ll keep walking through,
Because the only way forward is to see it through.
[Chorus]
The horizon feels empty, but I’ll make it my own,
Through the ashes of what’s broken, I’ll build a new home.
I’ll fight through the silence, I’ll push through despair,
And find a tomorrow that’s waiting out there.
No longer afraid of what I might find,
The horizon’s not hollow—it’s shaped by my mind.
[Outro]
The sun will rise again, though its light feels far,
And I’ll keep moving forward, no matter the scars.
The horizon may haunt me, but it can’t define,
Because I’m not hollow—I’m alive, and it’s mine.