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At the Gates Slaughter Of The Soul Nausea Release me from your world of lies I cannot bear this pain Degenerate machinery The monster we create Nausea, oh sweet nausea Genetic barcode hell Mental genocide Repulsive human shells Choke on the fruits of out 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 "the family structure Victory over adversity Though the family. Mix within god and country, Add the ten hour day And you had what was needed..." -c. bukowski, "ham on rye" |
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