God's dead. I'm alive Sleeping all day just to pa** 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