When you're out hunting secrets make sure you go after the right ones,
On the coast of panic I will the sea to envelope me,
Now the rumour mill in which you revel is sending out whispers,
I am sobered by the very real risk of it getting to him.

Honest, he's nothing but a nihilist,
I promise.

Only dream good dreams,
Fly from the high trapeze,
Falling to you Elise, so free.

Never say a word,
Hide behind the absurd,
You can't go kicking crutches,
No, he's nothing but a nihilist.

You can't shoot the messenger, tonight I'm making an exception,
The vanilla's, a virus we've got to keep local,
Keep the rumour mill snowed under and keep slashing at its sails,
Over compensate, cut every risk of my name reaching him.

Honest, he's nothing but a nihilist,
I promise.

Only dream good dreams,
Swing from the high trapeze,
Fall in to you Elise, so free.

He'll beat after me,
Oh, the irony,
Throwing, landing punches
No, he is nothing but a nihilist.

Never say a word,
Delight in the absurd,
You can't go kicking crutches,
No, he is nothing but a nihilist.


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