Nausea - Another Breath

God’s dead.

I’m alive

Sleeping all day just to pass the time

With the humming of the stereo to keep me company

Nothing I need that I can’t buy

Nothing left for me to do but die

I’ve got it.

The Filth.

The Nausea

Too much.

Too much.

Too much is not enough

Too much.

Too much.

I’m f*cking nauseous

I need so much.

So much more than this

I’ve got everything.

I need to suffer

I hear a train in the distance

I feel my eyes start to well

I want to give in to this beautiful depression

And ride it straight to hell

Now I’ve got the Filth.

I’ve got the Nausea

Now I’ve got the Filth.

I’ve got the Nausea

I need more than something

I’ve gotta make this go away

I need to suffer