The Classic Crime - The happy nihilist

^AbmI am a happy nih^Eb/Gilist, n^Bo absolute truth does^Dbm exist ^AbmWhen I decide to shake my f^Eb/Gist, I ^Bonly got myself to blame ^DbmCause we’re all players and life's the game

^AbmI only take what I need, I am so light on my feet ^Eb/GI will not stop or concede, I am not driven by greed ^BNo moral compass for me, it's all just natural feelings ^DbmExistence has no meaning, there's no such thing as happy ^AbmBut late at night when I sleep, I dream of more than I see ^Eb/GThere's something burning in me, a driving need to be free, ^BWhy do I sit here and think about the things that I need? ^DbmThere's nothing left to believe, oh is it all just a dream?

^EI’ve taught this to myself,^B piled books up on the shelf ^AbmBut it still hurts like hell to tr^Ebust nobody else but me ^EI’ve taught this to myself,^B piled books up on the shelf ^AbmBut it still hurts like hell to tr^Ebust nobody else

^AbmI used to read everything, I ^Eb/Gused to need nothing ^BI put my money on me,^Dbm I used to be something ^AbmNow I can’t ^Eb/Gsleep, c^Bause I’m ^Dbmnot happy

^EI’ve taught this to myself,^B piled books up on the shelf ^AbmBut it still hurts like hell to tr^Ebust nobody else but me ^EI’ve taught this to myself,^B piled books up on the shelf ^AbmBut it still hurts like hell to tr^Ebust nobody else

^AbmWhoa^B o^Ebh o^Eh... ^AbmWhy am I haunted by the metaphysical? ^BIs it a cosmic lie or is it literal? ^EbThe books I read that used to free my mind Have m^Eade me more blind but the truth I’ll find it

^AbmI was a happy nih^Eb/Gilist ^BNow I’m wondering why I^Dbm exist

^EI’ve taught this to myself,^B piled books up on the shelf ^AbmBut it still hurts like hell to tr^Ebust nobody else but me ^EI’ve taught this to myself,^B piled books up on the shelf ^AbmBut it still hurts like hell to tr^Ebust nobody else but m^Ee