Tác giả : At the Gates
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
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"