Part‐Time Nihilist Songtext
von Moth Collector

So it goes...
From the cradle to the grave
There′s not really much to say, just go on
So it goes...
Everything will turn to dust
So until you still have time just have fun
So it goes...
At the end it's all the same
Don′t pretend you understand what's the point
So it goes...
From the cradle to the grave
There's not really much to say, just go on

I keep telling this to myself every single day


I keep telling this to myself every single day
But my disobedient heart still believes that it can find
Some kind of higher meaning
And it refuses to abandon hope
It tells me life can be so much more
It wants to create and it wants to destroy
Instead of merely dreaming

Maybe the truth is between
In place where both sides collide
Maybe the answer is clear
If you just know where it hides
But right now I′m just too tired
To chase it over again
Maybe tommorow I′ll try
I... keep telling this to myself

I keep telling this to myself...

And so it goes...