At The Gates - Nausea
Release me from your world of lies
I cannot bear this pain
Degenerate machinery
The monster we create
Nausea, oh sweet nausea
Genetic barcode hell
Mental genocide
Repulsive human shells
Choke on the fruits of out life
Nausea, oh sweet nausea
Cold stare, starving eyes
Blinded, tired lives
Release me from this pain
Unknown to man
Nausea, oh sweet nausea
Cold stare, starving eyes
Blinded, tired lives
Release me from this pain
Unknown to man
The family structure
Victory over adversity
Though the family.
Mix within God and country,
Add the ten hour day
And you had what was needed...
-c. bukowski, ham on rye