| Song Length |
5:16 |
Genre |
Rock - Hard Rock, Rock - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Anxious, Distressed |
Subject |
Will, Existence |
| Similar Artists |
Alice In Chains, Faith No More |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
NOTHING
The day is dead and we eat our gruel
Biting down on the toadstool
Barreling in on the preface
Run into a throe, does it pain, you bet
Zooming in on the outlet
Stealing our way through the palace
This is all in vain, it is all for naught
Schlepping around all the shit we bought
And for what, for trifles, for nothing
For trifles, for nothing, for trifles, for nothing, nothing
I have the balls of a king
But I can?t accomplish a goddamn thing
Took a valiant cut, but for what, I got dick
I have nothing, I have nothing, I have nothing, nothing
We hide as the swine take flight
The sky turns a deep brown and Auden is watching
And underground the roots of the shrubbery
Soon will burrow to Hades
The force is fed and the beggars drool
Pressing down on the pustule
Divvying up on the onus
You tried to atone but you came out dumb
Tighten down on the fulcrum
Deliver you into the fracas
We have traveled far, a millennium too late
Got here just in time to evacuate
Into what, a wasteland, to nothing, a wasteland, to nothing
A wasteland, to nothing, nothing
I have the balls of a king
But I can?t accomplish a goddamn thing
Took a valiant cut, but for what, I got dick
I have nothing, I have nothing, I have nothing, nothing
Breathe in as the bomb shits out
Oh God / Christ I can?t look down
Do you think that I?m dying
I?m alive don?t embalm me
And in the clouds the god of austerity
He will send me to Hades, he will burn me to Hades
I think you should go and enjoy your every conquest
Sport your acclaim, your wealth compiled
Digest your ploy, eat every morsel
However bitter the after-bile
Give up your stake in my regression
I can falter by my own accord
You?re soon to fade into the woodwork
A little pimple can be ignored
Your resolve is august
Your endurance commendable
With an outcome unjust
In the end in formidable
You dissolve in a gust
And the pique is incredible
With a shift in the flux
Makes the god diabolical
Lyrics by Erik Heimann © 2006