MAKLANI - Empty (Original Mix)

Heat.
Heat.
Cold air rising through the subway.
Great. I'm bleeding on the west cement.
It's late. Dashboard glow—
My only constellation.
Navigating by the hum of ventilation.
Lost reception.
Three blocks back.
The GPS stuttering through the static.
Shadow stretches like alibis in the street.
Another red light holds me hostage.
Repeat.
The skyscrapers: glass.
It's a car for a guy filled with dead plans and dreams on a flat line.
Pass the diner where the night shift hides—
One way to walking down the counter twice.
And the city's empty—
But my head is full of noise.
Yeah, the city's empty.
Silence screaming at the empty.
Every street knows my name but won't say it.
I keep driving just to feel the pavement shake.
Elevator doors that never close—
Like punctuation missing from a sentence.
The taxi idling without a fare.
The crosswalk man working, but he never gets there.