NAUSEA

NAUSEA
11/30/98

It’s clear, I have to put it in me
It’s clear I have to clear my mind
It’s clear my mind is getting empty
I fear these fact define my time

I want to walk away from the alter
I want to change the sacred need to be
I want to think it’s not my fault
I want to believe in me
Goddamn the nothingness that set me free

I drink, the banquet sits before me
I drink for the banquets left behind
I drink, my mind is getting empty
Swallow dreams you’ll never find

I want to talk my way out of empty
I have to redefine the need to be
I want my logic exempt
From having to prove what’s me
Nausea
The pain that sets you free