Nihil

I been in a rut, ducked off from the sun

Bit my gun, with my black gold gums

I’m no fun, I’m no fun

Blood run marathons down my chest (down my chest—!)

I’m a mess, ain’t nobody gonna clean up

Bulletproof your limousine

I been in the, market for a brand new soul

Daddy hit a brand new low

Better yet, another agoraphobic episode

Here we go again, here we go again, here we go

Cut me up to little pieces like you’re Ed Poe

Let me rest in pieces underneath the floorboards

Planet on fire, no ****s given

I’ma let us all die, let us all die, really I—

Haven’t been good to myself

And you haven’t been good to me

I haven’t been good to myself

And lately, you haven’t been good to me

Lately, I decided I’ma stay alive

I just wanna live and see society die

Looking around and all I see is at the end of the line

I see a dystopia, dystopia!

Evil all over and no one is (safe)

Nihilist, I am the finest, though I don’t align with it

(We’re all to blame)

Keep on denying it!

You think that I need you

I’ll show you I’m fine

You think that I need you?

You think that I need you?

You think that I need you?

You think that I need you?

You think that I need you? (need you?)

I’ll show you I’m fine (I’m fine)

"What happens when you cut out the circuitry?

The chips, machines—what's left?

Flesh. We're vulnerable, fragile, weak."