Save me from nothing I plead
As I waste away my days
Nothing has become my need
When something gets in my way
I turn around and walk back
Walk back to where I began
I’m scared of adversity
He’s always on the attack
Failure’s what he demands
To be my identity

Help, save me from this nothing
It is consuming my life
I promise I’m not bluffing
It would make me feel contrite
Please, save me from this horror
Monotony’s got to me
I want to divert this road
Or bomb it with a mortar
Because I just want to see
My failures die alone

Please, I just need to be saved
I cannot seem to escape
This road that’s already paved
A path that won’t terminate
A path that is like Ping-Pong
Back and forth, and back and forth
The only two steps I take
Like singing the same **** song
I am running out of worth
When my whole life’s at stake

I’m walking on a racetrack
And life is racing past me
Just constantly being lapped
And I can’t seem to gain speed
What else is there left to do?
I need to find an answer
But this test’s impossible
It was made by a voodoo
Who controls all the answers
The key’s stuck in a lock hole


This nothing-ness is scary
There’s nowhere for me to go
I’m asking you to spare me
From this state of vertigo
Staring at a map that’s blank
North is south and south is north
What is this supposed to mean
I have nothing in my tank
My future path has been scorched
Fumes are all that I can see

I don’t know how I got here
I really wish that I did
But I can’t seem to see clear
Farewell is what I should bid
This is rough, I can’t take it
I would like to try, but why?
Why try if I’ll only fail?
Help save me from this abyss
I just want to see the sky
And maybe meet some angels

If I had a direction
Or a light brighten my path
And show me my complexion
I’d take without being asked
But if I took some matches
And soaked them in gasoline
I couldn’t ignite a light
Even on my dry patches
So that obviously means
My path will never be bright

Nothing is what I’ve become
It must be what I deserve
From all the nothing I’ve done
Failure’s the spot I reserved
I don’t want to move forward
My motive lacks passion
Which gives me no where to go
So I’ll just skip the torture
Put my plan into action
And receive nothing I’m owed.