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Texty: Meat Puppets. No Joke!. Nothing.

I fall towards a flash of light
That burns the seed of life away
No thing is changed
Nothing arranged
No thing will ever be

There's no place, clear dry space
I'm a hole in this time
In a time full of holes
You see it
I'm nothing

My heart is gone
I missed the point
I sleep to dream I'm wide awake
Nothing is near or far away
Nothing awaits to be

Here I stand
Tongue in hand
I'm a hole in this time
In a time full of holes
You see it

I'm nothing
I think perhaps I'll live to lie
Awake to fall asleep to fall
Into a trance in which I dream
I lived and walked upon