Nothing...

Nothing but
Vast deserted deserts
Nothing but
Soft phantom feathers
Nothing but
Endless, endless skies
Nothing but
Toxins to get you high
Nothing but
Holes to make you whole
Nothing but
Fire and smoke and coals
Nothing but
Ice and snow and hail
Nothing but hurt
Along these trails
Nothing but
Shit to put up with
Nothing but spit
I can't swallow it

Nothing but sex
Violence and guns
Nothing left to do
To have fun

Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing

Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing

Nothing but nothing
Can make me feel
Yeah nothing but something
That feels so real
Nothing but clouds
That haze my mind
Nothing but temptation
To ruin our kind
Nothing but darkness
No light at all
Nothing and no one here
To break my fall
Nothing but trapped
With this urge to break free
Nothing but virus'
You and me
Nothing but thoughts
Race through my head
Nothing but doubt
Till the day that I'm dead