my nihilistic tendenciesthe possibility of

my nihilistic tendencies

the possibility of what i could be

a monster faded from the truth

listening to the loud loud boom


rocking back and rocking forth

which way is south and which is north

up and down and round and round

the truths been told theyve found it now


they say if your crazy youll never know

but thats not the case i rock to and fro

i see things noone can

and hear melodys that have no end


ive tryed to get better ive tryed to get help

but all i do is bend and this feelings like a welp

a silent cry of aggony 


why cant you see the beast in me

and understand to leave me be


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