The Happy Nihilist

I am a happy nihilist, no absolute truth does exist

When I decide to shake my fist, I only got myself to

blame

Cause we’re all players and life's the game

I only take what I need, I am so light on my feet

I will not stop or concede, I am not driven by greed

No moral compass for me, it's all just natural feelings

Existence has no meaning, there's no such thing as

happy

But late at night when I sleep, I dream of more than I

see

There's something burning in me, a driving need to be

free,

Why do I sit here and think about the things that I

need?

There's nothing left to believe, oh is it all just a

dream?

I’ve taught this to myself, piled books up on the shelf

But it still hurts like h*ll to trust nobody else but

me

I used to read everything, I used to need nothing

I put my money on me, I used to be something

Now I can’t sleep, cause I’m not happy

I’ve taught this to myself, piled books up on the shelf

But it still hurts like h*ll to trust nobody else but

me

Whoa oh oh

Why am I haunted by the metaphysical?

Is it a cosmic lie or is it literal?

The books I read that used to free my mind

Have made me more blind but the truth I’ll find it

I was a happy nihilist

Now I’m wondering why I exist

I’ve taught this to myself, piled books up on the shelf

But it still hurts like h*ll to trust nobody else but

me