Nihilism

Take me back to the parking lot,
I understand that it don't mean a lot,
We're fucking awkward and I love it.
And it's not political,
There's still three men in a prison cell,
And I'm just doing what I can.

Karma makes for vicious cycles,
And I, I don't believe in revenge,
My bike was stolen about a week ago.
It makes for a funny feeling,
I try not to own anything worth stealing.
There's a lesson in there somewhere I know.

Mustached and uniformed bitterness.
A quest at best it's hit or miss.
Enforced and bred hostilities.
They say it's not political
To put three men in a prison cell
When they can't look him in the eye.

If we fall back on what's the wisdom of the age,
To sit and rot away inside a cage,
It's the safest call.
All I ask is there anything more outside this frame,
Is there any room for change
To be changed at all?

So we sang “SMASH THE STATE!” for a couple of hours,
Till we got dragged down by the superpowers,
And I don't know if it's right, but it's better than nihilism.
And then Benjy said “leave me out of that crap,
I put too much in and I got nothing back.”
And I know that he's right, but what's left, nihilism?

Take me back to the parking lot,
I understand that it don't mean a lot,
We're fucking awkward and I love it.
And it's not political,
There's still three men in a prison cell,
And I'm just doing what I can.

It didn't stop raining for the month of June.
You know I wouldn't mind being stuck in the rain with you.
I don't know if I believe in love, but it's better than nihilism.