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travels in nihilon
You've learnt no lessons  All that time so cheaply spent  There's no youth culture  Only masks they let you rent   Travels, travels in Nihilon  We've seen, no Jesus come and gone   Fashion, their vampire  Drapes itself across your back  As you fall from style  It waits rebirth on its rack   Building your whimsy  Hypnotising you to need  Dance goes full circle  One step ahead of your greed   You've learnt no lessons  All those years to get it right  Flashes of promise  Burn out faster than strobe light