Nausea of the soul
Sickening despair
Weariness so profound
I think I'm going to die

Disgust at life
My senses have lied
The world is not of delight
But betrayal and lies

God hates and I hate you too
What a tainted word you've made of yourself
Of every curse you have the worse
Your god has made you your own god

Give me power and I will destroy you

Nausea of the soul
Sickening despair
Weariness so profound
I'm going to die

No joyful dance
In shining light
Living is hateful
But death's no better

People are indifferent, dead in life