Andrew Huang
Everything Is Meaningless (Ocean Mix)
Vanity of vanities
Both the wise and the foolish can't hide from calamity
Meaningless, meaningless, everything is meaningless

Vanity of vanities
Both the wise and the foolish can't hide from calamity
Meaningless, meaningless, everything is meaningless

Gospel logical
Often impossible
Profs and prophets both rock with pockets full
'cause when the temple of the body is whole
You get the temple of clothes
It's so pants my soul
Some of the world heals, but it mainly erodes
Trying to choke out space for the train of his robe
With the audacity to glare
Passing me every second and in every direction
With like a practiced, even stare
Spared me the gallery of acid dreams tacitly
Like everything they do
Give me the capacity to care
Flit through cornfields
Where being born feels a lot more real
Than a mother with a torn seal
Washed up on the shore
Eels feed their face-up, copper-coin eyes to the gulls
Steer clear, swig beer
Rigged with an earwig family
Nestled in the hull
I skip stones but I'd rather hop islands
Reading hot menus
The cost is in diamonds
So it's carat cake
On the top of a ferral lake
With the vows that I swear to make
Oaths that I dare to take
Throwing down on the altar with a pair of steaks
And as my stone heart marinates in the thought of Solomon
There's a straight shot that I paraphrase
Meaningless, meaningless, everything is meaningless
Vanity of vanities
Both the wise and the foolish can't hide from calamity

Meaningless, meaningless, everything is meaningless
Vanity of vanities
Both the wise and the foolish can't hide

Meaningless, meaningless, everything is meaningless

Meaningless, meaningless, everything is meaningless