Normal Nihilists lyrics

Horatio, we are going! How dreary to be someone. A city built of bones, the tower, a river of great depth, to winter. Normal nihilists, that withered narcissus wandering the road of wrong intentions. Progress like fire, cleave cleverness into morsels for rabid lap dogs. I went down to Piraeus, our ancient dull distress, too much time spent dying, all the altars in ruins. Did Africanus want anything of me? Pylades declared himself. Progress like fire, cleave cleverness into morsels for rabid lap dogs.