I got the nihilist blues
I am no longer in denial
I realize what we all view
Hallucinations, all the while
I got the nihilist blues
I’m not alive and I’m not dead
The only thing we do is choose in this
Fiction of the head

Nothing does exist?
Destroy all figureheads?
Maelstromatic bliss ~ No love?

I’ve got the nihilist blues
I am no longer a sweet child
I miss it so, yes I do
Constructions of the mind beguile
I got the nihilist blues
Am I alive, am I not dead?
Did I live on my back and
Learn to placate my sweet head?

Does something exist?
Am I a drunk deist?
If so, I long to exist infinitely

Like fallen effigies
Say goodbye to these
Everything you believe
Are lies you say to thee

I wanna go home
I wanna go home
I wanna go home
I wanna go home

Copyright 2003 Beau Phillips