nausea

Now Im a seasick sailor on a ship of noise
I got my maps all backwards and my instincts poisoned
In a truth blown gutter full of wasted years
Like blown-out speakers ringin in my ears
Oh, its nausea, oh, nausea and were gone
Its nausea, oh, nausea and were gone
Now Im a straight-line walker in a black-out room
I push a shopping cart over in an Aztec ruin
With my minion fingers working for some God
Who could see his own reflection in a parking lot
Oh, its nausea, oh, nausea and were gone
No, its nausea, oh, nausea and were gone
Now Im a priest teenager on a tower of dust
Im a dead generator in a cloud of exhaust
I eat alone in the desert with skulls for my pets
I rate the days , one to ten with lead cigarettes
Its nausea, oh, nausea and were gone
Nausea, oh, nausea and were gone