Everything is relative
Yes, that's my little joke
Nobody believes in me
They think that I'm some kind of hoax
I paint without color
I sculpt without stone
And as for the meaning of life
Well, I leave that alone
You should have known me when I was
Young and pretty and clean
My absence gives me power
I'm a vacuum in your memory
I'm everything you're afraid of
I'm everything you want
I'm everything you wish you were
I'm everything you're not
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