Strolling through hellscapes, whistling

Faceless shapes decorate the periphery

Nothing of weight penetrates our domes of ignorance

'Nothing' sounds great when you're not listening

Shapeless faces whistle past as a numbing breeze

Careful not to stand and awake any epiphanies

Nothing of weight penetrates our fog of insensitivity

Amble through oblivion gladly

If this island capsizes, we'll just float

Sinking is another option though

If this island capsizes, we'll just float

Sinking is another option though

We are obsessed with ourselves

We are obsessed with ourselves

We are obsessed with ourselves

We are obsessed with ourselves, we'll miss it

Over-stimulated by existing

We are obsessed with ourselves, we'll miss it

This self-congratulatory world's relentless

We are obsessed with ourselves, we'll miss it

We are obsessed with ourselves

Design the nothingness yourself

Compartmentalise the guilt

Lose any interest before you resent

That's existence well spent

If this island capsizes, we'll just float

Sinking is another option though