Luyện nghe bài hát The happy nihilist

I am a happy nihilist, no truth does exist
When I decide to my fist
I only got myself to
Cause we're all and life's the game

I only take what I need, I am so light on my
I will not stop or concede, I am not by greed
No moral compass for me, it's all just natural
Existence has no meaning, there's no such as happy

But late at night I sleep, I dream of more than I see
There's something burning in me, a need to be free,
Why do I sit and think about the things that I need?
There's left to believe, oh, is it all just a dream?

I've taught this to myself, piled up on the shelf
But it still hurts like Hell to nobody else but me
taught this to myself, piled books up on the shelf
But it still hurts Hell to trust nobody else

I used to read everything, I used to nothing
I used to put my on me: I used to be something
Now I sleep, 'cause I'm not happy

I've taught this to myself, piled books up on the
But it still like Hell to trust nobody else but me
I've taught this to myself, piled up on the shelf
But it still hurts like Hell to nobody else but me

oh, oh
oh, oh
oh, oh
oh, oh
oh, oh

Why am I by the metaphysical?
Is it a lie or is it literal?
The books I read used to free my mind
Have made me more blind but the I'll find it

I was a happy
Now I'm wondering why I
taught this to myself, piled books up on the shelf
But it still hurts like Hell to trust nobody but me
taught this to myself, piled books up on the shelf
But it hurts like Hell to trust nobody else but me

oh, oh