Another Breath Nausea
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.
