"I believe in nothing" a wise man's claim.
I believe in something: a naive man's gain.
I'm a young man, my friends are too.
We came to a prong
With a clue of what to do.
Left, Wrong, right way to subjective.
I'd walk both ways, but life is deceptive.
So down the one road we went and met a tall man.
He had years on his face held a colt in his hand.
I was never scared so I went on to yoking.
The old man couldn't tell he thought I was joking.
So he yelled at me in hopes I'd heed.
The urge couldn't be held, I still proceeded slowly.
So he called to the cops , down the road I leaped.
Paying no mind to the old man, as I ran and weeped.
We're all just a victim to someone else's day.
Regardless, karma ain't coming my way.
Who's keeping score of the HGH I score on the tours around France.
Who's keeping a tab on the tabs I have around here.
The world filled with bubbles that negate collapse.
Sin finds it's way with good in the cracks.
We rise towards the heavens, but are pushed down to hell.
I see no evil but am to fond of its smell.
That's why I travel here believing there's nothing.
All so one day I can go back believing in something.