Children Of Bodom. Cry Of The Nihilist. Zeneszám

Don't care have faith or mindset
Plunder and pillage yet
complain whine and cry like a baby
Ain't so tough after all
U claim that u don't believe in nothing
Goddamn that must be exhausting
I know, you know this is getting
boring, a lil dull, don't you think?

And not to mention hatred, loath and revulsion
You just throw around, like it's not
even there

Embracing dissolution
Is that who
I have become
over the years?

Aversion to entity and
life in this world
broke up to tears

When the nite comes,
when the sunlite dies

That's what it sounds like
when a nihilist cries

So it finally got
back to me

A real reactionary, is what
you'd like to be
When the nite comes,
when the sunlite dies

That's what it sounds like
when a nihilist cries