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You dress up in your most becoming boredom

To do your act for a sleepy audience

You grace them with your heartfelt shallowness

And mistake their indifference for admiration

Give them what you think they crave for

You draw your art from god's own non-substance

And touch it up with your favorite clichès

You'll never be anywhere close to something even slightly real

You can't see the nothingness for the nothings.

For the nothings…

You take your pride in hard-earned sanity

Year after year prepearing for humdrum life

You secure yourself behind a shield of irony

To scared to stand up to possible scorn

Your head is completely filled with useless information

You sure make a mass of soulful pointlessness

Everything accepted upfront and done better before

You'll never be anywhere close to something even slightly real

You can't see the nothingness for the nothings

For the nothings…

Go on, chew your cud, just don't spit it in my face

There always be zeros like you

Guess we need you subhumans too…