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The Pessimist
Words & music by Richard deCosta

LYRICS
Nothing to bite but dust.
Nothing to heal but pain,
Nothing to break but bread,
Nothing to count but loss again and again.

Nothing to draw but blanks,
Nothing to fill but voids,
Nothing to build but walls,
And nothing to hear but noise, noise, noise.

Nothing to prove but points.
Nothing to catch but breath, 
Nothing to play but roles,
Nothing to evade but death.

Nothing to find but flaws,
Nothing to change but plans, 
Nothing to hold but emptiness, 
In these shaking hands.

Nothing to trust but doubt,
Nothing to fight but war,
Nothing to get but bent,
Nothing to settle but the fucking score.

Nowhere to get but lost,
Nothing to fear but self,
Nowhere to piss but off.
Nothing to spread but wealth.

The Pessimist

Almighty God.mp3

Nightcore - Right Round

Gospel Of Dismay (ELECTROSWING REMIX)

Verset No. 24 by Louis J.-A. Lefébure-Wély

1312`er DRUM-step Freestyle

Richard deCosta’s organ arrangement of the hymn tune Diademata (Crown Him with Many Crowns) performed on M. P. Möller opus 6094. Richard’s arrangements can be found at www.richarddecosta.com

The Pessimist

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