Dust at the Port (Viva El Vacío)

(Intro: Distant sound of waves, a rusty gate creaking, muffled Yoruba street chatter, wind howling)

(Verse 1: Spoken word/Nu-metal whisper)

The red dust settles on the vihuela strings

Lagos is a ghost town, but the harbor still sings

I traded my shadow for a chrome-plated heart