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 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 form 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 brain 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