It's Nothing

It's nothing
A simple death of consciousness
It's nothing
You feel a little chilly, yes
Then nothing
A darkness that glows

You lose it
A little snap and then you nap
You lose it
You breathe your last, review the past
But screw it
You blew it, you know

Still feels
That the world should be all about me
Unreal
That it could still go on, and do without me

But nothing
You think you'll catch a bit of rest
Then nothing
You take the hit, and then that's it
Insane
Sure, it's touching
But there's nothing

And luckily, nothing
Nothing of the pain