Distance to Empty v2

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This deeply introspective rock song confronts the universal fear of mortality and the relentless march of time, urging listeners to consider their "distance to empty" before the "final hour draws near." The lyrics feature evocative imagery of a final reckoning, asking profound questions about "quality time remaining," the meaning of a life undefined, and the ultimate destination beyond the "bridge to nowhere." This track is essential listening for fans of existential music, philosophical rock, and songs that explore the concepts of legacy, finality, and the moment when we are truly "out of time," prompting the listener to reevaluate life's meaning before reaching the "distance to dead."

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DISTANCE TO EMPTY (Version 2 Music)
by Symmetry in Exile

What’s your battery life now, in this cold, hard light?
Your distance to empty, facing the fading night?
Can you hear me now, through the static and the fear?
Can you hear me calling, as the final hour draws near?

How much good time do we truly have in store?
Quality time remaining, knocking at the door.
How far can we go with the power left within?
As we spend our life force, where do we begin?
Your numbered days, a countdown ticking by,
Are your days truly numbered, beneath a sky?

What do you see when the bridge is out ahead?
When your breath is gone, or leaving, and you're dead.
No more air to take, to breathe, to share your insight,
When the waves come crashing, swallowing your light.
When the wind blows you over, out to the open sea,
No raft, no life, soon gone for eternity.

Over the cliff, the edge of all you know,
A bridge to nowhere, watching spirits flow.
Or a bridge too far, a life undefined,
The end of the road, leaving all behind.
Can you reformat, or erase the past with grace?
Can you save the cloud from this hollow space?

What do you see when the bridge is out ahead?
When your breath is gone, or leaving, truly dead.
No more air to take, to breathe, to explain your rights,
When the waves come crashing, swallowing your light.
When the wind blows you over, out to the open sea,
No raft, no life, soon gone for eternity.

When you see the sun, for the very final time,
What’s your distance to empty, escaping space and time?
Distance to dead, the ultimate decree,
When your number is called, for all the world to see!
And you're out of time, no more chances to be found,
As the final echoes fade without a sound!

Distance to empty...
Can you hear me now...?
Out of time...
Distance to empty...
Can you reformat...?
Distance to dead…
Distance to dead…

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