nilland

The League of Extraordinary Nobodies
El-P
The League of Extraordinary Nobodies

I’ve been noticing the fact that nothing glorious can happen anymore
We’ve run the gamut of our filth
But here I am again, pretending spontaneity exists with idiots
All lifted out their little gills
Aren’t you disturbed that everything you did tonight
Is something else you did already

And its meaning is still nill
And all the people in your presence are just weapons
It’s as simple as the theory that the dying love to kill