injection of meat on concrete skin

I'm sitting inside the bowls of this giant mettalic worm
that speeds me off my hometown at three hundred miles per hour;
It feeds on us, it carries us like virus transports the illness. And then it spits us
Here i go, alongside a hundred more, to abuse another town
until i get abused or expeled by that town's anticorps
Looking out the window everything is fast forward: cars, trees, people, animals.
Just blured spots with life of their own, going around to what ever makes them go around.
Left back everything i had, a house, a wife, a kid, a car, a mortage, a loan, a lover
but as Moe at the bar once said:
everything is nothin' and nothin' is everything
What the hell did he meant by that? Why the hell did i think of that?