I'm nauseous, or maybe just inspired

So truthful, I begin to tire

No less than everything

No haiku, no paper packaged thing

Patronized you harmonize, a thorax rattles so

Like idealistic jargon every self respecting hopeful should to know

I know the road to everything

I know it goes right off a cliff

I know the road to everything

I know it goes right off a cliff

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever

Sympathy I do indeed intake in bulk amounts

For reasoning obscure it seems to numerous to count

So it goes the lesser chose to crawl through narrow gates

Bulimic thin the winding road now empties into lakes

A pulse is found, and so we drown, and sing for this duration

From rows and rows of teeth we're spared, these artery serrations

I know the road to everything

I know it goes right off a cliff

I know the road to everything

I know it goes right off a cliff

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever

Emptiness, I must impress upon you in it's granger

My stagnant heart, it comes apart, as selfishness demands her

To sound a note from scores I wrote and offer them unto thee

For melodies now synthesized, your love it lives within me

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is forever