---

This is a song about nothing.
Oh no, not a single thing.
Cause in the absence of content
I hope that you'll forget
That all this shit ever meant a thing.
I'm gonna yell until the vacuum rips my lungs.
Hope you don't notice all the vacancy that's wrapped around my tongue.
Don't worry boys, you know it's better off this way.
They cannot tear apart that what you did not create.

We all die for the beatdown
While you live for the hype.

Now we start the dissection
Of everything other than feeling,
Like opinions and values, the things that we use
To give our art some meaning.

But, baby, thoughts don't sell.
Just bottle the mood
Maybe I can just bottle myself
Can you say if that sells?
Let's just regurgitate a couple concepts
And hope it all pays well.

I'm gonna yell until the vacuum rips my lungs.
Hope you don't notice all the vacancy that's wrapped around my tongue.
Don't worry boys, you know it's better off this way.
They cannot tear apart that what you did not create.

Now this is the part of the song
Where we slow shit way down for you
So you can all kill each other
It doesn't even matter what i'm saying here anyway
Can you even understand a fucking word I say?

Mosh call
Generic mosh call
It must be nice to say nothing.
Nothing.
Mosh call
Generic mosh call
It must be nice to say nothing at all.

Mosh call
One more generic mosh call.
It must be nice to say nothing.
Nothing

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.