Suburban Tribe "Nothingness" |
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 Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |