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Voice On TapeNihilism pours from my headphones A voice on tape screams 'FUCK THE WORLD' And I'm pouring their paper down main street sucking the waves from their wires This world holds you back The dirt fills your shoes The crust of the earth is made of malice and pain But I hope someday you find someone to love you I hope hope someday you find peace in yourself The earth is separate from the populous And yourself isn't lost in the tides |