Nothing is value anymore   You don't want it. I don't want it either.   Shadow's deepening forevermore   Don't be sad, please don't fret about it   Life is leaking out like right now   Stanley Kubrick's dead so what's the point of?      Not anymore, not anymore, not anymore      Carson walks down the street every night   Eyes kept down, hands helping his pockets   We want to walk a street just like this   with our eyes wide bright and shoes unscuffed about us   People with book hands try to pull you down   But it's your own fault they tup your crown   Nothing of value makes me feel all right   I couldn't care less so i let myself stay the night