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 never 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