The Vilest Nihilist

 

There’s a voice that keeps on calling me
In my head – that’s where I live you see

Every thought I have don’t matter a jot
Whatever I say I am, that is what I’m not

The vilest nihilist, that’s what they call me
Maybe the jail is the place I’m meant to be

Down this road, that never seems to end
Where abuse on twitter drives you round the bend

So if you want to join me for a while
Don’t give a shit, throw out some bile
That’s vile style

The vilest nihilist, that’s what they call me
Maybe the jail is the place I’m meant to be

So if you want to join me and be vile
Oh cybernat, let’s fling some shite
That’s vile style

The vilest nihilist, that’s what they call me
Maybe the jail is the place I’m meant to be

It doesn’t matter, nothing matters see
This piss poor patter is my philosophy

It doesn’t matter, nothing matters

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