At The Gates - Nausea

Release me from your world of lies I cannot bear this pain Degenerate machinery The monsters we create The monsters we create Nausea, oh sweet nausea Genetic barcode hell Mental genocide Repulsive human shells Choke on the fruits of life Choke on the fruits of 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 Unknown to man 'The family structure, victory over adversity through the family. Mix the god and country add the ten hour day and you had what was needed...'