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Nihilist's Jingle

from A New Age by Christopher Michael Jensen

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Track 2

lyrics

An ominous glow looms on faces
Of downtrodden folks who lose illumination
Finding mutilated remains of what's needed
Stuck back pieces without any adhesive
Where do we go from here? How do we proceed?
Stitched up hearts coming apart at the seams
Excavating optimism from a nihilist
Another day that I exist

Go deep into your soul like the baritone of Barry White
Harsh times can reduce paragons to parasites
Hard to walk parallel, paralyzed in pairs of Nikes
Paring down your perils while parroting your parents' advice
Barely a life when there's nothin' to live fo'
Laugh away the insults, lacerate your lymph nodes
Agitated, aggravated, amputate your limbs off
Sound of one hand clapping, masturbating, single
Castrated, casually cast away to sing songs
Toss a couple dollars and I'll rock a bunch o' jingles
So raise an hourglass for another toast
To never dying, only crying, trying to be dope
Yo, I'm driven but I'm drowning, but I'm fly enough to float
So I'm sipping from a fountain as I drive into a moat
Like I'm living in a mountain as I climb up and I'm close
To just clinging onto clouds if I get high enough to hope

An ominous glow looms on faces
Of downtrodden folks who lose illumination
Finding mutilated remains of what's needed
Stuck back pieces without any adhesive
Where do we go from here? How do we proceed?
Stitched up hearts coming apart at the seams
Excavating optimism from a nihilist
Another day that I exist

Sometimes your own home becomes enemy turf
They exclude you from refuge and you're steadily hurt
The levy has burst, screamin' out damn it all
Like a death ray through your chestplate or a cannonball
Escalatin', so I'm ventin', but need ventilation
Deep breaths, meditatin' on if I need medication
Devastated, drummin' up drama but dream of better places
Tryin' to translate transgressions to entertainment
Dilapidated like a derelict with demons deep and dark
Snarling snidely while they sneak into my heart
Triggering anxieties like pistols to the temple
Feeling flatlined and forgotten, fears that ripple in the mental
If it's simple as a sentimental sentiment in sentences
I'll sing a song to single out my temperament and better it
Conjecture in my messages, adventurous but reticent
Complexities continue while I'm pressed against the Plexiglas
Staring through it like the window to my soul
And I batter it until the fragments shatter and get broke
Not ecstatic in the static, staying stagnant and alone
Stashing rations in a cavern that I'm wrapped in like a cloak
Passing by my passions in a pageant for the throne
'Cause I'm tasked with the attachments that I have to make my own
And calendars can captivate while calculating goals
But the failure's like coagulated capillaries closed

An ominous glow looms on faces
Of downtrodden folks who lose illumination
Finding mutilated remains of what's needed
Stuck back pieces without any adhesive
Where do we go from here? How do we proceed?
Stitched up hearts coming apart at the seams
Excavating optimism from a nihilist
Another day that I exist

credits

from A New Age, released April 26, 2017
Written and performed by Christopher Michael Jensen

Produced by Wesley Opus

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