Take one persons tragedy and force the world to experience it And spread it like sickness If happiness is a warm gun Then pull the trigger and let me feel the blood Run down my back, into my lungs Show me something real; give me something i can touch; Give me the chance to grasp this pain, to use it to my advantage As the blood seeps through my lungs My whole world shatters into a million pieces On my hands and knees, i crawl through broken gla** Mirrors in my eyes. where my dreams once used to lie This is a disease i can't control It infitrates every cell, every thought, every part of my being Sweat, and tears, and blood have all been deemed meaningless; The antidote has been found, but the cure remains fatal To reality i know Nihilism once k**ed a dream And sparked a flame which never died That grew and birthed into something terrible Which destroyed the world and destroyed his mind He never knew what murdered his hope And why through his eyes he saw only black; Nothing remained that was worthy of substance Blood seeped from his eyes, as he swallowed his tears And the boy was sad And the boy was sad And the boy was sad