In Nauseam Lyrics

We shall crucify ourselves

Like the false prophet

We shall hail death

But the suffering endures

We shall carry the cross

And find our way to the gallows

We shall wear a crown of thorns

But the judgment is not just yet

And here it is

A void from within

The numbness continues

The stench remains

As the days go by

We are stuck in nauseam

The stench of existence

And adorned nothingness

Everyone, everyday, everything

Comes to an end

We shall not be resurrected

For there is no such thing

We shall not be remembered

For history does not care

The concept of life is nothing, without an opposing force

The force we know and fear as death, but at least it brings sincere tranquility

And here it is

A void from within

The numbness continues

The stench remains

As the days go by

We are stuck in nauseam

The stench of existence

And adorned nothingness

Everyone, everyday, everything

Comes to an end

As the days go by

We are stuck in nauseam

The stench of existence

And adorned nothingness