Merchant of the Void

I swallow all your data

I'm the ghost in the machine

You give me all you're made of

For a hit of dopamine

You know I see right through you

Another vacant cup

You lust to be so empty

In your eyes, there's never enough

I'm the merchant of the void

I'm the merchant of the void

I'm the illusion of your choice

I'm the god that gave you the voice

I taste your desperation

You beg me every night

You try and fill your insides

But it cuts you like a knife

Sell the fire of

Sell the fire of

Sell the fire of quantum desire

Sell the fire of

Sell the fire of

Can't stop here, you can always get higher

I'm the merchant of the void

I'm the merchant of the void

I'm the illusion of your choice

I'm the god that gave you the voice

If you can't find the meaning

I'll tell it to you

If you can't see your future

I'll sell it to you

I'm the merchant of the void

I've got the antidote for emptiness

I'm the merchant of the void

Manufactured and so venomous

I'm the illusion of your choice

I am the one control

I'm the god that gave you the voice

I'm the merchant of the void

I'm the merchant of the void

I'm the illusion of your choice

I'm the god that gave you the voice