3TEETH & Mick Gordon - 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