This is a song about nothing
Oh no, not a single thing
'Cause in the absence of content
I hope that you'll forget that all this shit never meant a thing
I'm gonna yell until the vacuum rips my lungs
Hope you don't notice all the vacancy that's wrapped around my tongue
Don't worry, boys, you know it's better off this way
They cannot tear apart that what you did not create
We all die for the beatdown
While you live for the hype
Yeah, yeah, yeah
While you live for the hype
Now we start the dissection
Of everything other than feeling
Like opinions and values, the things that we use
To give our art some meaning
But, baby, thoughts don't sell
Just bottle the mood, maybe I can just bottle myself
Can you say if that sells?
Let's just regurgitate a couple concepts and hope it all pays well
I'm gonna yell until the vacuum rips my lungs
Hope you don't notice all the vacancy that's wrapped around my tongue
Don't worry, boys, you know it's better off this way
They cannot tear apart that what you did not create
Now this is the part of the song
Where we're gonna slow shit way down for you
So you can all kill each other
It doesn't even matter what I'm saying here anyway
Can you even understand a fucking word I say?
Mosh call
Generic mosh call
It must be nice to say nothing
Nothing
Mosh call
Generic mosh call
It must be nice to say nothing at all
Mosh call
One more generic mosh call
It must be nice to say nothing
Nothing
