Cosmic Nihilism

My pessimism

Done' graduated

To Nihilism

I'm fine with it

Since nothing matters

I'm with my ****

And I'm riding with em'

And we flying different

Got 4 ****

And fishy boy

And I'm sliding with em'

Probably die with em'

And they fucked up

Cause they don't know

He got that iron with him

And I'm smiling with it

So get the fuck

Out my space

People tell me

I ain't good

At hiding

All those feelings

On my face

Who said I'm trying?

I thought we were alive

But we're really busy dying

So load it up

And blow me up

And turn into space dust

I can take a lot

But don't put me in your prayers

It don't do shit

Confront the truth

Or be useless

Nothing is true fit

Everything's a option

So a choice is your noose, kid