Nihilist Cafe - Ásgeir Helgi

I live in the future in my head Wish I wasn't alone in my bed This is just the way it is Yeah this is just the way it is In my bedroom, I like it cold Got no schedule, I might say no My watch tells time that's two months early Surely, I got nowhere to go Woahhh I don't want to go Pull me back to now Take away what I've got So I don't lose my crown Woahhh I don't want to go Pull me back to now Take away what I've got So I don't lose my crown These days I feel like I got more than I asked for And more I got reports to go door to door To store thoughts beneath the floorboards And I could care less if worlds at war I'd care more if I lived in the present Wasn't trying to flеx it But I'm out like the Brexit I want bagеls and cream cheese Pizza and breadsticks I just turned 18 And I'm nihilistic

We are beggars, we are so fucking weak And once upon a time we had the world at our feet Well, we're all dying to meet our maker But all our gods have abandoned us All our gods have abandoned us This is the great esoteric depression We sold our souls, but couldn't buy salvation We are all the shades of misery The reigning champions of tragedy They use their faith as a weapon, they count our sins by the seven Blackwater at the gates of heaven All hail the corporatocracy The word of god written in binary All hail our apostasy The dying notes in an unholy symphony All our gods have abandoned us This is the great esoteric depression We sold our souls, but couldn't buy salvation I found god clutching a razor blade He said, "Look at the fucking mess they've made They'd trade their hearts if they were made of gold" We are beggars, we are so fucking weak And once upon a time, we had the world at our feet Well, we're all dying to meet our maker But all our gods have abandoned us All our gods have abandoned us All our gods have abandoned us I found god clutching a razor blade He said, "Look at the fucking mess they've made They'd trade their hearts if they were made of gold But they're as worthless as the souls they sold"