Gods dead. Im alive Sleeping all day just to pass the time With the humming of the stereo to keep me company Nothing I need that I cant buy Nothing left for me to do but die Ive got it. The Filth. The Nausea Too much. Too much. Too much is not enough Too much. Too much. Im fcking nauseous I need so much. So much more than this Ive 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 Ive got the Filth. Ive got the Nausea Now Ive got the Filth. Ive got the Nausea I need more than something Ive gotta make this go away I need to suffer
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