Nothingness - Suburban Tribe

A frantic change of stride

To keep you alive

A desperate race

So time won't pass you by

You're feeling like arriving

Though you've never even left

The sweet illusion of your nest

On your way to nowhere

Clutching at short straws

Slip into a free fall

Sucked into nothingness

On your way to nowhere

Clutching at short straws

Slip into a free fall

Sucked into nothingness

You're nothing nothing

Nothing nothing nothing

Sucked into nothingness

One more blowback

And you're further down the trail

A smile constrained

And a crooked face deathpale

A void on the horizon

A reflection of the past

It's tearing down

Your house of glass

On your way to nowhere

Clutching at short straws

Slip into a free fall

Sucked into nothingness

On your way to nowhere

Clutching at short straws

Slip into a free fall

Sucked into nothingness

You're nothing nothing

Nothing nothing nothing

You're nothing nothing

Nothing nothing nothing

Sucked into nothingness

Nothing nothing nothing

Nothing nothing nothing

Nothing nothing nothing

You're nothing

On your way to nowhere

Clutching at short straws

Slip into a free fall

Sucked into nothingness

On your way to nowhere

Clutching at short straws

Slip into a free fall

Sucked into nothingness

You're nothing nothing

Nothing nothing nothing

You're nothing nothing

Nothing nothing nothing

You're nothing nothing

Nothing nothing nothing

Sucked into nothingness