| Song | Into The Great Nothing |
| Artist | Wolverine |
| Album | Communication Lost |
| Sadly aware I’m part of what I concider nothing | |
| Suffocating us while we pretend we’re blind | |
| Before tired eyes, those who cling to nothing | |
| We embrace the echoes of our hollow souls | |
| Values of life have changed currency somehow | |
| Pockets lined with greed and shallow smiles of need | |
| Somewhere we lost sight of who we are | |
| Now more is more, less is nothing | |
| All we need is ‘need’, a glass full of ‘me’ | |
| As we toast to madness we find fulfillment in | |
| All this wealth is deafening, deafening our minds | |
| As we all stray further into the great nothing… | |
| (Here’s to health, here’s to wealth) | |
| Corroded, corrupted… I sell my soul again | |
| (Here’s to health, here’s to wealth) | |
| Infected, dissected… I sell myself and die | |
| Trapped in my addiction, outside looking in | |
| The sound of silence, colours fade to grey | |
| My remorse is not enough, I have gone too far | |
| I’ve reached the end of my winding road | |
| Now that I’ve bared my weakness to you | |
| I beg of you to hear me; never follow me | |
| See how my fragile shell is breaking | |
| I beg of you to see me, see the great King Nothing | |
| (Here’s to health, here’s to wealth) | |
| Corroded, corrupted… I sell my soul again | |
| (Here’s to health, here’s to wealth) | |
| Infected, dissected… I sell myself and die | |
| (Here’s to health, here’s to wealth) | |
| Corroded, corrupted… I sell my soul again | |
| (Here’s to health, here’s to wealth) | |
| Infected, dissected… I sell myself and die |
| Sadly aware I' m part of what I concider nothing | |
| Suffocating us while we pretend we' re blind | |
| Before tired eyes, those who cling to nothing | |
| We embrace the echoes of our hollow souls | |
| Values of life have changed currency somehow | |
| Pockets lined with greed and shallow smiles of need | |
| Somewhere we lost sight of who we are | |
| Now more is more, less is nothing | |
| All we need is ' need', a glass full of ' me' | |
| As we toast to madness we find fulfillment in | |
| All this wealth is deafening, deafening our minds | |
| As we all stray further into the great nothing | |
| Here' s to health, here' s to wealth | |
| Corroded, corrupted I sell my soul again | |
| Here' s to health, here' s to wealth | |
| Infected, dissected I sell myself and die | |
| Trapped in my addiction, outside looking in | |
| The sound of silence, colours fade to grey | |
| My remorse is not enough, I have gone too far | |
| I' ve reached the end of my winding road | |
| Now that I' ve bared my weakness to you | |
| I beg of you to hear me never follow me | |
| See how my fragile shell is breaking | |
| I beg of you to see me, see the great King Nothing | |
| Here' s to health, here' s to wealth | |
| Corroded, corrupted I sell my soul again | |
| Here' s to health, here' s to wealth | |
| Infected, dissected I sell myself and die | |
| Here' s to health, here' s to wealth | |
| Corroded, corrupted I sell my soul again | |
| Here' s to health, here' s to wealth | |
| Infected, dissected I sell myself and die |