Well there's an ideal inside of me
That we're nothing at all
There's nothing threatening controlling me
In fact there's nothing at all
And still the wheel turning's all I'll be
It carries on til you crawl
You gotta know what you want to be
But there's no number to call

You got a feeling nothing here is free
'Cause you grew up in a mall
Your mom she caught you all on T.V.
And you can still hear her bawl
You got a million things you want to flee
Smuggle an ounce in a doll
You cut your eyes so you could finally see
That there ain't nothing at all
Turns out there's nothing at all

There must be a flaw in this fable, I
Have to contend with it all night

Wasn't alive back in the sixties
Somehow that was my fault
I'm just a shell empty as can be
Yeah, I've got nothing at all
You want to put your [bad word] in some solid thing
Yeah, it's a [bad word] to us all
But there's no ideal inside of me
So I got nothing at all
No I got nothing at all
And I got nothing at all

Must be a fault in this fable, I
Have to contend with all night
Such a danger so we gotta slide
Into the depths of the salt mine

There's nothing at all
There's nothing at all
There's nothing at all
There's nothing at all
There's nothing at all
There's nothing at all
There's nothing at all
There's nothing at all