Simply Nothing
I don't wanna live tomorrow, I'm too busy living for today
I'll save my money when there's nothing left for me to give away
And I'll stop singing when there's nothing left to say
And these two chords, everything's okay
I went to school and cut my teeth on all the lies
That told and what they said was right
And found out that my morals had been sold
To the bidder who was better at the game
Gotta find a way to keep on feeding this flame
I went downstairs and heard my family sing
I found out there that I'm no more than nothing
My breath is smelling worse these days, I think my teeth are rotting out my skull
Pick them out one by one, pack letters I won't write into the holes
Then when I'm wetter and unfettered by the pain
I'll bite down hard, preserve what's left of my brain
Salt and water mixed together is a mode of preservation
But I've found anger and gasoline a better remedy for starvation
Our protestations, no threat to our great nation
But cogs in machines still might cause cessation
I went upstairs and heard the angels sing
I looked away but I'm still trembling
Scars surround us and our landscapes and our seascapes and our dreamscapes
Is filling them with concrete the smartest and the fastest way to escape
From this hellscape? Is there another route we can take?
To restore the ways we've never known unerased
I went outside and heard my G*d sing
These were the words my G*d sang to me
One day the dams will burst, the salmon will run freely to their homes
The roads will crack and shudder, buried underground with the bones of industry
That's been reaping what we've sown
Go out there and build the world I've shown
I looked inside and heard my G*d growing
I looked away but I'm still trembling
I looked inside and saw my G*d growing
And I found out there that I am simply nothing
I'll save my money when there's nothing left for me to give away
And I'll stop singing when there's nothing left to say
And these two chords, everything's okay
I went to school and cut my teeth on all the lies
That told and what they said was right
And found out that my morals had been sold
To the bidder who was better at the game
Gotta find a way to keep on feeding this flame
I went downstairs and heard my family sing
I found out there that I'm no more than nothing
My breath is smelling worse these days, I think my teeth are rotting out my skull
Pick them out one by one, pack letters I won't write into the holes
Then when I'm wetter and unfettered by the pain
I'll bite down hard, preserve what's left of my brain
Salt and water mixed together is a mode of preservation
But I've found anger and gasoline a better remedy for starvation
Our protestations, no threat to our great nation
But cogs in machines still might cause cessation
I went upstairs and heard the angels sing
I looked away but I'm still trembling
Scars surround us and our landscapes and our seascapes and our dreamscapes
Is filling them with concrete the smartest and the fastest way to escape
From this hellscape? Is there another route we can take?
To restore the ways we've never known unerased
I went outside and heard my G*d sing
These were the words my G*d sang to me
One day the dams will burst, the salmon will run freely to their homes
The roads will crack and shudder, buried underground with the bones of industry
That's been reaping what we've sown
Go out there and build the world I've shown
I looked inside and heard my G*d growing
I looked away but I'm still trembling
I looked inside and saw my G*d growing
And I found out there that I am simply nothing
Credits
Writer(s): Avery Rogers
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