All my life I've felt such discontent
For every big achievement, each award, each encore
I assume this gloom stretches to my death bed?

Nausea, this lump in my throat
It's just nausea-it's making me choke
So sad to know this life is a hoax
Nausea, I barely exist
It's your nausea-I'm shaking my fist
At a universe that can't give a shit
Nausea, ad nausea

All my families buying brand new houses
For their bundles of joy in their twenty couches
Then there's me, I'm wealthy with ideas

All my joy is grief an artificial
With the proper dosage I can feed my ego
Once the buzz wears off I feel so hollow

Nausea, this ache in my chest
It's just nausea-I can't catch my breath
So sad that life's indebted to death
Nausea, in fits and starts
It's your nausea-I want no part
I can't give a shit and I'm calling it art
Nausea, ad nausea