The Death of All Religions - Hypnotic Nausea

I plead for men to hear This declaration from my soul I pray they turn their ears to true life Casting the anger of death aside The life of sacrifice met with such hostility Even to death, but raised up in victory How could this life bring so much pain? Day after day, after day It? s never over Until we shut our eyes for the very last time It? s never over Until the line flattens out Like death, the grave It waits, its anger is unrelenting Against all things, against all time and space Embrace the end You? ll think it? s over When you shut your eyes for the very last time You? ll think it? s over [Incomprehensible] Death scares me not Death scares me not Pleading for men to hear this declaration from my soul I pray they turn their itching ears Anger is near, death is waiting, the grave is calling Anger is near, death is waiting, the grave is calling

Last night I lay all in my dreams, when a rap At the door it startled me. And I heard those footsteps on the stairs, And I bade her; please come in. Come in, come in, my roving friend. Come in and rest awhile. For you've been gone so very long, It's nice to see you smile. Come in, come in, my wandering friend. Accept my welcome home. I hope you can stay a long, long while before you have to go. And she walked across the room to me, And then she sat right down with me, And told me that she had to leave. She could not stay for long. A child he held in his arms, a child that I Knew well through time, and told me that he had to leave. He had to take him home. She crossed the floor and moved away, And my heart said, "Stop her. Maker her stay." But I just showered myself in tears, for I just let her go. When I awoke I cried and cried, And went to sit by his graveside, And visit the child he left behind. Because he had to go. You must come back to me again. Accept the welcome I extend. I will not let you go this time, If only in my dreams. And yeah, though you walk ever on, May your heart be not weary but strong. And yeah, though you walk ever on, Through the valley of the shadow of death.

1, 2, 3, 4 I'm a seasick sailor On a ship of noise I got my maps all backwards And my instincts poisoned In a truth blown gutter Full of wasted years Like blown-out speakers Ringin' in my ears Oh it's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone It's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone Now I'm a straight-line walker In a black-out room I push a shopping cart over In an Aztec ruin With my minion fingers Working for some God Who could see his own reflection In a parking lot Oh it's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone No it's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone Now I'm a priest teenager On a tower of dust I'm a dead generator In a cloud of exhaust I eat alone in the desert With skulls for my pets I rate the days, one to ten With lead cigarettes It's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone It's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone