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