The lines that fell below are metered
Life became sterile
Reality is a dream I've slept through
Seal the exit
I'm a carcass
Marked near a shallow grave
Filter out the waste
It's nothing new
Garbage on the side of the road
Wrap me in cellophane and bury me into a body bag
This is heaven, this is bliss
It's so adherent
This is something (nothing makes sense)
Next to nothing (I'm nobody)
I'm close to nothing (I'm filth)
I'm close to nothing