Lyrics At the Gates

At the Gates

Nausea

Release me from your world of lies

I cannot bear this pain

Degenerate machinery

The monsters we create

The monsters we create

Nausea, oh sweet nausea

Genetic barcode hell

Mental genocide

Repulsive human shells

Choke on the fruits of life

Choke on the fruits of 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

Unknown to man

'The family structure,

victory over adversity

through the family.

Mix the god and country

add the ten hour day

and you had what was needed...'