We Are Nothing - Timo Maas

I’m a believer

Well, that’s not strictly true

I’m more of a make-believer

But it sort of adds up to the same thing

Here in the lap of the Gods, neither party holds a universal truth,

and my hopes lie like litter in the open road for everybody to drive through

Teetering on the swarf, my physical limitations dwarfed just by the wonder of

living

Brought on for no real reason other than just the wonder of life

And now, being what I want to be, catches up so fast with me

I have to make up better and newer possibilities just to keep up with myself

And now, nothing is a problem

My mouth is dry from the heat of endless possible futures, the sweet promise of

tomorrow is quenching my thirst

All we need to do now, is cheat death, for as long as we can

So that when the day finally comes, we can pull a clean sheet from our pockets

and write down all that we have achieved, all that we have seen,

to make sure we have left nothing behind

We are nothing

We are nothing

We are nothing

But I

I’m a believer

Well, that’s not strictly true

I’m more of a make-believer

But it sort of adds up to the same thing

Here in the lap of the Gods, neither party holds a universal truth,

and my hopes lie like litter in the open road for everybody to drive through

Teetering on the swarf, my physical limitations dwarfed just by the wonder of

living

Brought on for no real reason other than just the wonder of life

And now, being what I want to be, catches up so fast with me

I have to make up better and newer possibilities just to keep up with myself

And now, nothing is a problem

My mouth is dry from the heat of endless possible futures, the sweet promise of

tomorrow is quenching my thirst

All we need to do now, is cheat death, for as long as we can

So that when the day finally comes, we can pull a clean sheet from our pockets

and write down all that we have achieved, all that we have seen,

to make sure we have left nothing behind

We are nothing

We are nothing

We are nothing other than that that we give away for free, and we are nothing

but the sum of our parts