Fire in a Vacuum

Smiles like nihilism Words painted on helium balloons Released into empty space Cacophony, entropy A plastic egg full of silly putty Empathy, apathy Reflecting on the end of all things Breathless Restless Listless Senseless Nights when the sex can't Dispel the self-loathing Nights when the sex can't Dispel the self-loathing Nights when the sex can't Dispel the self-loathing Nights when the sex can't Dispel the self-loathing Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee And give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nada and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada y pues nada While I scribble a few lines of bad poetry that read like Dada dada da dada dada dada dada dada da