You can take my car, you can take my money,
You can burn my house, you can steal my honey,
You can break my legs, you can take my wife,
You can have my job, you can take my life.

Take my mind, my heart, my soul,
Take what you want, take all the gold.
Cause you see, I’m none of those things,
They are part of what existence brings.

You can give me power, you can give me fame,
You can give me love, you can revere my name,
You can clothe me in robes, you can teach me to think,
But they’re here in a flash and gone in a blink.

Give me everything that you can conceive,
Give me faith in which to believe,
But you see, I’m none of these things,
They are part of what existence brings.

You can make me live, you can make me die,
You can make me give, you can make me try.
You can take everything you think you can,
But I’ll still be here, just being what I am.

When you take away all you think you are,
Your house, your job, your body, your car,
You’re still there, and I’m still here,
We’re really nothing, isn’t that clear?

Out of nothing we come, and back to nothing we go,
There’s nothing to be done, there’s nothing to know.
When you’re nothing you’re free from all that you fear,
There’s nothing to lose that you might forever hold dear.