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To the driver of the truck
Who sent the crowd 6 feet down
In an x-mass town
Without a homemade bomb's sound
For some higher power's false guise
Who no one but you can recognize
You were 3 days late
From sealing another son's fate

So mission accomplished
Your damage is done
You have converted me a fatalist
Where I once screamed FREE WILL!

I know that chaos reigns
But I must now dumb down my remains
Because you could have killed one of my own
Because you could have killed one of my own

And I cannot fight that
I can only exist with that
By deluding into it-was-meant-to-be's
It-was-God's-will

My electric blanket of bullshit
It keeps my mind flush with hope
Void of the dope
Void of the dope

No more guns spray-painted on shirts
No more gun shaped hands pointed at the herds
No more rants of murdering rank zombies or nuns
No more ruminations on war

No more nihilism
Because nihilism is real
No more nihilism
Because nihilism is real

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To the robot in the Challenger
Taking it to his drive stick
Driving your solid steel ruinator
Into a sea of protestors

Sending the crowd deeper into the dark!
Only one dead
But you slid into the news cycle,
So mission accomplished

And your chosen one condemns all sides!
How lucky you must feel to be alive!
What a surprise
What a surprise

And now, It’s not just the police file
To fear
I must contend with death or injury
To fight your inane “fourth turning”

No more anarchy symbols on the skirts
No choice of colors that could misalign
No more not caring about you
To instill rage into the bored

No more nihilism
Because nihilism is real
No more nihilism
Because nihilism is real

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To the shooter in the casino perch
You are the most troubling,
For there is no gun control option
That could avert what you have done

All of those people
They did nothing to you
The chaos theory is the only house
The only house of worship
You can truly happy
One minute,
And dead the next

Imagine all the people
Imagine all those people
Did you fear the congregation
Under the stars, with harmonic visions?
If you want to live, dance and sing
Chaos cares not for sins

No more careless searching
No more making sense of the world by wires
No more questions
No,
No more questions
To instill rage into the bored

No more nihilism
Because nihilism is real
No more nihilism
Because nihilism is real
No more nihilism
Because nihilism is real
No more nihilism
Because nihilism is real

(prop it up)
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(prop it up)
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