The Dirt-Showbread

I want to open up my guts And crawl inside to make a home And nestle up inside the steaming softness silent and alone I want to pull apart the things you think that matter Cause to me nothing is everything, just a vacant listless clatter And I bury myself underneath myself I will not reach or call for help I want to do this on my own I want to feel it in my bones I want to know the ugliness that wraps around me So I open wide and die inside Forget the things the world said I could be There's nothing for me Nothing I want to be And I am nothing now and free The nothing's in love with me Don't you think it's funny how the dirt just piles up on me? And I'm being crushed but baby hush You know it doesn't matter very much To know the nastiness and roll around in piles of this And yawn into the stinking hiss then close it tightly in my fists When I am gone I'll leave no bones, no dust, no death, no love, no home Just emptiness and all of this is nothing nothing nothing, I'm alone So wave goodbye and close your eyes and never take off your disguise The world is ugly when you take it off, go on and live your life And leave me lying here the world will never shed a tear For idiots who die like us and never ever know something that's real