[Intro: Reading of The Vanity of Existence]
Of how many a man may it not be said that hope made a fool of him until he danced into the arms of death, then again, how insatiable a creature is man? Every satisfaction he attains lays the seeds of some new desire so that there is no end to the wishes of each individual will. And why is this? The real reason is simply that, taken in itself, Will is the lord of all worlds: everything belongs to it, and therefore no one single thing can ever give it satisfaction, but only the whole, which is endless.
[Hook]
Even though you used to call my name
I turned a cheek, I looked the other way
My hands are weak, my soul is laced with shame
'Cause I'm the only one whose left to blame
[Verse 1]
Parked car and I said it with a hard "r"
Got wounds like a scar from a hard spar
No wind and I’m stuck on the sandbar
You say you're the man, sports bars and a charred heart
On some slick rick shit,
Eye patch, chain, black shirt - misfits
Throw a bitch fit
Man I don’t really gotta
I'd rather just cry
Original don dada
Original Kinsella
Yeah, that's better
Shed mad tears in a Thursday sweater
Can’t keep telling me it gets better
I’ve read too much Nietzsche for your speech to impeach
Man I don’t need company
Tattoos, black heart see they run from me
So I lurk in my dark and I stay
Comfortably.
Of how many a man may it not be said that hope made a fool of him until he danced into the arms of death, then again, how insatiable a creature is man? Every satisfaction he attains lays the seeds of some new desire so that there is no end to the wishes of each individual will. And why is this? The real reason is simply that, taken in itself, Will is the lord of all worlds: everything belongs to it, and therefore no one single thing can ever give it satisfaction, but only the whole, which is endless.
[Hook]
Even though you used to call my name
I turned a cheek, I looked the other way
My hands are weak, my soul is laced with shame
'Cause I'm the only one whose left to blame
[Verse 1]
Parked car and I said it with a hard "r"
Got wounds like a scar from a hard spar
No wind and I’m stuck on the sandbar
You say you're the man, sports bars and a charred heart
On some slick rick shit,
Eye patch, chain, black shirt - misfits
Throw a bitch fit
Man I don’t really gotta
I'd rather just cry
Original don dada
Original Kinsella
Yeah, that's better
Shed mad tears in a Thursday sweater
Can’t keep telling me it gets better
I’ve read too much Nietzsche for your speech to impeach
Man I don’t need company
Tattoos, black heart see they run from me
So I lurk in my dark and I stay
Comfortably.
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