[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Staring into the void, the questions arise
Why do we wander beneath these darkened skies?
The universe whispers secrets, cold and profound
In the silence of space, no solace is found (oh no)

[Chorus]
In the echoes of the abyss, we seek the truth
Lost in the vastness, searching for proof
What is the meaning of this life we endure?
In the shadows of existence, can we find the cure?

[Verse 2]
Time, a relentless force, slips through our hands
Like grains of sand, we scatter across the lands
The stars above us burn, ancient and wise
Do they hold the answers, hidden in the skies? (tell me)

[Pre-Chorus]
Reflections of our souls, in the cosmic night
In the depths of our minds, we wage an endless fight (yeah)

[Chorus]
In the echoes of the abyss, we seek the truth
Lost in the vastness, searching for proof
What is the meaning of this life we endure?
In the shadows of existence, can we find the cure?

[Bridge]
Questions circle like vultures in the sky
Is this all there is, or is it a grand lie?
Philosophers ponder, prophets preach
Yet the ultimate answer, remains out of reach

[Chorus]
In the echoes of the abyss, we seek the truth
Lost in the vastness, searching for proof
What is the meaning of this life we endure?
In the shadows of existence, can we find the cure?

[Outro]
Beneath the weight of stars, we find our place
In this fleeting moment, we all must face
The existential dread, the search for light
In the echoes of the abyss, we fight the night (oh yeah)

[End]

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Me and my music include 847937666900 genres

I truly love all the kinds of music￼, ESPECIALLY ￼
Tech~￼house 🖤🕺🏻 So happy to find new music sets new frens & awesome Djs on here 💕🙏 ￼

Winnipeg composer, retired from the farm, still chasing meaning in melody. My work lives where TV cues meet YouTube soundscapes, with a few albums in between. Built in Mixcraft Pro, fuelled by late-night coffee, stubborn curiosity, and a Stoic’s sense of timing. Also writing on politics, history, and philosophy, because sound isn’t my only instrument.

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Wayne Mathison