We are nothing
Nada, rien, nothing
We are something
That we are not
Something, a thing
That we do not think
That we are
Something in the sink
Something in the tank
We are at war
With ourselves
A magical knot
Is patiently waiting
To place us on the shelves
To end everything
We are nothing
Think, think
This is not a prank
We are all in the tank
We are going down in the sink
We are nothing
We are something, a thing
A rien, un chien
A link, un lien.
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