At The Gates - Nausea Lyrics
Release me from your world of liesI cannot bear this painDegenerate machineryThe monster we createNausea, oh sweet nauseaGenetic barcode hellMental genocideRepulsive human shellsChoke on the fruits of out lifeNausea, oh sweet nauseaCold stare, starving eyesBlinded, tired livesRelease me from this painUnknown to manNausea, oh sweet nauseaCold stare, starving eyesBlinded, tired livesRelease me from this painUnknown to manThe family structureVictory over adversityThough the family.Mix within God and country,Add the ten hour dayAnd you had what was needed...-c. bukowski, ham on rye