Of Nothing

The carpet stinks, for the filth you vomit up seeps in

It seeps, seeps, seeps into the fibers

While you cough up more pollen and poison

I peered within and what I saw was a sticky hive of untapped potential

It wants to form this, it wants to form that

But you can't keep it down as it pelts

Pelts, pelts on your inner-frame

"Let me in," it screams - but you'll have no such pain

You'll have no such pain, o' you'll hear no such things

Feed the mighty mandibles of the insect queen

She could fly sky-high - the tallest peaks

Remember when I swore I'd make something of nothing?

Well, for what it's worth, I think I've succeeded

Toss this ball in your conscience

Throw it up, catch it on the way down

Who are we to suppress our dreams?

I set them free, I make them be, I'll make you bleed

Whether through death, or a fine-toothed comb

Brush it back, brush it through the thoughts you've chosen

Trillions of people chucked their brains in a casket

Call it a tragedy!

And then ask the question you fear

What the fuck are you doing here?

But it's too late to answer with a decree

Melted in the mouth of the insect queen

Of nothing

Of nothing

Brush it through the thoughts you're holding back

Brush it through the thoughts you're holding back

And then ask the question you fear

What the fuck are you doing here?

But it's too late to answer with a decree

Melted in the mouth of the insect queen of nothing

Of nothing

Of nothing

Of nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

Of nothing, nothing, nothing

Nothing

Of nothing

Of nothing

The carpet still stinks