MOMMA KNOWS BEST lyrics : "Sunday Nihilist"
Oh well done well done my son...
Good for you, there's no better thing you could do
If you can't belong just imitate, go ahead and play it safe.
Down here, the fine line between the true and the truest of fakes got snorted away.
If you can't make it love make it pity at least
You only give to take along the way, quit shaking head, saying it ain't so.
it's just ok, it's what we do, you know it sounds like alibis we just could use to meet - to make ends meet for both of us,
Relieve the feeling of disgust from trying to keep the temple clean
If you're out for a hand
You're looking at the wrong man's door
We give to take along the way, quit shaking head, saying it ain't so.
It's just ok, it's what we do, it's all but new to you, to you, to you, to you, is it?
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To hell with all your acts of kindness, man was born a wolf to man.
And your moral frown won't do a thing
With our nature at the reins
Better get over this / this battle can't be won
Just try to prove me wrong
Does it sound too familiar?
I hope it does because
I KNOW YOU
What a stack of non--sense I may laugh at some day. A high caffeine rant of a Sunday nihilist.
A Monday's fool a million times (falsette?). A high caffeine rant of a Sunday nihilist.(an outburst of feelings (or))
A high caffeine rant of a Sunday nihilist. Make me happy and erase all of this. erase all of this!
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