Now the fruit is ripe my anguish ate itself
I have killed my best intentions for good
Took some time to dig out all the seeds you’ve sown
Now the finest remedy’s my arm tats
Dead like modern culture
Fake like friendly vulture
Not giving a damn about sh#t
Sounds so good to me
How’d you tell it to your mother?
Feel so sorry for you lovers
There’s no fortune left to tell
My palms are all plain you see
How’d you tell it to your father?
Get it one way or another
When there is no hеart to break
There’s no rеgret and no more ache
Optimist would say that it fades over time
Turning into aching scars in winter
You can love or you can hate me all you like
I just smoke this life without a filter
Dead like modern culture
Fake like friendly vulture
Not giving a damn about sh#t
Sounds so good to me
How’d you tell it to your mother?
Feel so sorry for you lovers
There’s no fortune left to tell
My palms are all plain you see
How’d you tell it to your father?
Get it one way or another
When there is no heart to break
There’s no regret and no more ache
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Yana Bey Lyrics – Nihilist