VERSE 1
A bikini selfie is worth more than true art
Gigantic tits are worth more than pure heart
Attention is currency worth more than gold
True love is distant, not close enough to hold
Favorites and likes have become so trite
To even those with the true creative might
Shallow values have come to mean something
Yet underneath it all, there’s all but nothing
CHORUS 1
Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!
A human body made of paper mache
Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!
A human mind to shape like clay
Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!
A human spirit to be taken away
Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!
A worthless story for another day
VERSE 2
A bold faced lie in a suit and tie
Will bring you to financial highs
A little fairytale going off the rail
Will serve you with papers in the mail
Free speech: silenced with duct tape
Free thought: silenced with mind rape
A big bank account has come to mean something
Underneath it all, you’ve got absolutely nothing
CHORUS 2
Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!
A human life made of chips and wires
Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!
A human love with no passionate fires
Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!
A human story for the funeral pyre
Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!
A human body far past retired
VERSE 3
What good is power when it’s used for evil?
What good is love when it isn’t for the people?
What good is money when it’s wastefully spent?
What good is anger when you’re not hell-bent?
What good is attraction when you’re just a fraction?
A former shell of a man who burst into action?
Questions and answers should both mean something
But when there’s something to seek, we find nothing
CHORUS 3
Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!
Robotic body with a putty face
Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!
Robotic logic so full of disgrace
Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!
Robotic motherboard all but fried
Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!
Robotic judgment as national pride
There really is no dark side of the moon
But it’s where our heroes will go very soon
The artists, the geniuses, everyone in between
Our final generation is what we have seen
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