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…