Pieces Of Nothing  (mid '98)

They are not money,
Nor friends with whom I have strives
They're the Pieces of Nothing
Which hold up my life

They cannot be weighed,
Nor will they fade
The Pieces of Nothing:
Always on Parade

They can give a smile,
They will make me cry,
The Peices of Nothing
Will do, 'till I die

The Common Parade
Is constantly 'fed'
The Pieces of Nothing
Parade in my head

They can heal my soul,
Can cut like a knife:
The Pieces of Nothing
Which hold up my life.