When you think about your life,
Do you wonder how or why,
People ever ended up like this?
Is everything a lie?
When I was sixteen.
The answer came to me.
I finally think I figured out,
Just what it all could mean.
The answer is 'nothing'
No, nothing at all.
What's the point in love when,
We're waiting for our final curtain call.
Don't look back, try and stay on track.
It's a game you'll never win, 'cos everything's paperthin.
When you think about your death,
Are you left bereft of breath?
Do you think 'there must be more than this'
Well actually there's less.
So if you just follow me,
You'll find eventually,
The only path to truth is just to kill everybody.
The answer is simple,
Was there all along.
Life is but a pimple,
On the arse-end of nothing so nothing you do is wrong.
Don't look back, try and stay on track.
What's the harm in following?
'Cos everything's paperthin.
The question is 'How could i find my own way?'
When everything that was good, was taken
Away in one horrible day, oh how could she say..
Don't look back, try and stay on track.
What's the point in worrying?
'Cos everything's paperthin.
So i won't look back, i have long since cracked.
And i know what i'm doing, 'cos everything's
Empty, meaningless and paperthin.