Now I´m 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, it´s nausea, oh, nausea and we´re gone
It´s nausea, oh, nausea and we´re gone
Now I´m 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, it´s nausea, oh, nausea and we´re gone
No, it´s nausea, oh, nausea and we´re gone
Now I´m a priest teenager on a tower of dust
I´m 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
It´s nausea, oh, nausea and we´re gone
Nausea, oh, nausea and we´re gone