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, 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 hear 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 brains 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