I was thinking about a valentine gift
But all I reap
Was a death threat,
A gun pointed at my own head
Pain help me too see the only the glass
Brutality Is all we know
We are face to face and going to the death row
And you are still surprised that I got that nihilist laugh?
Our constructed absurdity
Is as abstract as what we called reality
Water seems too flow endlessly
In a depressing eternity
Its not only the glass that is empty
Were all caught
And our liberty
Is to realize that weall have that nihilist laugh-
