Nothing (Part Two)

Nothing is easier than explaining
Nothing sounds better than complaining
Nothing so I can still be seen as strong
This is why when you ask me, I always say nothing is wrong

Nothing behind that wall
Nothing to reveal at the masked ball
Nothing left in my soul
After searching, I've decided nothing will make me whole

Nothing inhabits my heart
Nothing has meaning, its all comercial art
Nothing left to do but slice the universal wrist
And isn't it sad to say that there is nothing harder to do than merely
exist?

Nothing left to feel but pain
Nothng to look back on but a life led in vein
Nothing to intake but the lies we've been fed
After being broken for so long, there is nothing more, we're all
dead