Acidgoat - Nihilistic Transcendence Lyrics

Being taken advantage of and sabotaging friendships can be both draining and life transforming
Leaving people behind who you used to spend so much time with
But also being the recipient of it can either make you
Into a full-fledged misanthrope or born again hermit
Sometimes you can sense the lingering betrayal about to be inflicted on you
But maybe you also harbor passive-aggressive measures for shedding close relations
With people not worthy of such intimacies anymore
It's better to just shut the f*ck up and focus on your own work and property
Nobody gives a shit about you anyway, except for the future spawned maggots
That will help clean away your physical body

Identifying with filmic and literary loners can be life affirming
At least we aren't the only miserable son of a bitches out there in the world
Taking stock of the type of people that inhabit our daily lives can certainly place us
In more than just an existential amusement park of horrors
It can also allow each and every one us to redeem ourselves from past f*ckups
Even if resorting to a mourning period for our lost comrades will last years
Or even a lifetime of regret
Just remember that being left alone at least will enable the consciousness
To be rejuvenated with a clearer and cleaner inner focus

Wasting your own life by hanging with toxic fellows
And people who are jealous of your unique traits will make you rot
Faster than a can of sardines in the most oily summer conditions
The inability to not trust even your closest allies is just goddamn proof
That everybody is expendable and not worth caring about, even in sickness
Of course, you might feel guilty for pushing assholic behavior around to the masses
But you also can attempt to conceal to your backstabbers your true motives
Displaying that you don't care anymore
That the whole precious time you spent together was a fluke of friendly delusions
Is a suicidal antidote to acting like you truly are empathetic with a twist of spite

Contradicting loved ones motives is what makes us just want to just hide from every living thing
That's able to speak the same languages as we do
Feeling like a piece of shit and seeking blissful solitude after wrecking our lives
With the type of souls who get off on our failings is what prevents us
From being another textbook example of psychotic transcendence
Skeptical about anything tenderhearted
The loser continues banging their bollocks against streams of treelined ghouls
Who offer nothing exemplary except ordinary misgivings

Public hearings about consequential misjudgments
This is the right type of coincidence for fool-hearted idiots
Who trust too much with their maladjusted hearts
Every action we might take, another person does the same exact thing somewhere else in sync
And we end up punishing ourselves for eternity during those callous sleepless nights
Inflicting peace on our egos, we decide it's high time to run away from everyone we ever knew
No chance of sorrow, no looking back with mixed feelings
We decide from then on that whoever hurt us previously is better off forgotten
And thought of as a bad omen

Nightmarish reconciliations amount to numerous more years
And decades of dragging on relations that should've expired eons ago
It's a clusterf*ck catastrophe, and nobody is laughing harder than your numbf*ck ambitions
To finally having a millisecond of control over your life
Try not caring anymore about anything pseudo important and you finally experience heaven
Shitstained past glorious trigger sad sacks everyday to either start a nasty drug habit or become a Spokesperson for the NRA's self-seeking genocide
The basis of self-help is to relinquish stupid patterns of social heresy
But you gotta be above that and think of smarter strategies of f*cking over your opponent

Solitary pleasures are definitely more holy than spending your precious mediation time
Inside of a sanctuary devoted to unjust saints
The weary-eyed dufuses who preach melancholic rights of passage
Are more justly satanic than your garden variety soothsayer
Nobody can see through the mists formulating out of their own mercurial headspace
But pray that something bitterly horrible will happen to all of us sooner than later
So, please go f*ck yourself, all of us!