The Point Is That There Is No Point
The search for weight and mass
Like a body of something real
That talks and laughs and falls straight on its face
Because nothing is real these days
Ask for a quantity of a certain substance
And breathe out non-air that just disappears
Because nothing exists these days
Touch the story of the meaning of life
And see for yourself that the plot stops and starts
No nothing means anything these days
Count in your heart or say it out loud
The sky has been falling for ages
These limbs were never attached
And fingertips never meant to feel
Remember when minds were just stars in the sky
Before hell was discovered in a few simple words
A miraculous find and years before its time
But nothing has worth these days
Like a body of something real
That talks and laughs and falls straight on its face
Because nothing is real these days
Ask for a quantity of a certain substance
And breathe out non-air that just disappears
Because nothing exists these days
Touch the story of the meaning of life
And see for yourself that the plot stops and starts
No nothing means anything these days
Count in your heart or say it out loud
The sky has been falling for ages
These limbs were never attached
And fingertips never meant to feel
Remember when minds were just stars in the sky
Before hell was discovered in a few simple words
A miraculous find and years before its time
But nothing has worth these days