syqnys – the nausea lyrics
[intro]
and i rest so composedly now in my bed
that any beholder might fancy me dead
(welcome to the future)
(welcome to the brain)
(the syqnys, the nausea
the pitiless pain have ceased
with the fear that maddened my brain
with a fever called “living”, that burned in my brain
oh, that horrible, horrible, throbbing
(the nausea, the syqnys) (x3)
the nausea, it burned in my brain
[verse 1]
he gave you the melody and the candy, took
it to another level understand me? look
hypatia’s reign left them standing shook
holding a f-cking quantum mechanics book
these kids trying to rap man they can’t be took
seriously you understand me look
these kids come at me get their candy took
f-cking with syq is like sandy hook
dropping the 4th alb-m it’s like an -rg-sm
down to your core spasm, like girls in porn have
he just gets more badder, badder and more badder
poor little sick b-st-rd, sick little poor b-st-rd
panic attacks depression not really manic
if he had mania he’d get shit done if he had it
dramatic little f-ggot be a man and get at it
get mad attack you little problems like a f-cking fanatic
with an automatic talking while i’m watching titanic
pull it out and go bananas straight popping the static
man i’ve honestly had it, i’m sick of all of you d-mn it
you’re telling me to bring it if you want it then have it
if you really want it bad then you got to go grab it
put it in the back of your van chop it and stab it
cut them up, f-ck them up drop bombs on them maggots
crush them like ants human beings are fantastic
can you feel the nausea, like my father-in-law
after we elected obama, i’m dropping this lava
hot as a ménage à trois with nikki minaj, mia, and madonna
you know that you wanna
grand-mamma and mamma
this is my nausea, listen i want ya
to feel it i’m k!lling this
i’m giving you all i can give you i got ya
right where i want ya
welcome to nausea
[part 2]
[verse 2]
welcome to nausea. welcome to anguish
i’m in love with a dame and her name is miss fame-miss
but she doesn’t love me, no she thinks i’m ugly
no she doesn’t want me to be become her hubby
but keep her has a hobby, no i think she wants me
the way that she haunts me keeps winking and taunting
yes, i want that earned fame that albert einstein fame
that edgar allan poe fame, welcome to my pain
“oh that poor over-privileged american white thing
somebody get some paxil and a pill for his migraine”
give me more of that loratab such a horrible life
three beautiful children an adorable wife
oh deplorable strive that’s why he’s holding a knife
i’m being sarcastic, but do you know what it’s like
to be a no one that no one will ever know and you try to
be normal but there’s a whole that keeps growing inside you?
you try to find meaning, your kids give you purpose
but the question is: without your kids are you worthless?
you try to keep it together you’re calm on the surface
in your stomach there’s an inferno, a burning, a furnace
so what you’ll never be famous you’ll never be rich
a normal life is better than this he said as he kissed
his mistress goodbye they kissed he cried
would he finally find happiness after syqnys died?
[chorus](x2)
this is my nausea, this is my pitiless pain
this is my nausea, chasing after riches and fame
this is my nausea, ah, isn’t it just a shame
eighty years on this earth and no one remembers your name?
this is my nausea
[verse 3]
my life is crisis of existential proportions
my youth is dying inside me like third-trimester abortions
try not to let the distortions i have fester and morph in
to the feeling a 10 year old orphan left at the orphanage, feels
so let those endorphin’s rush, i’ll pretend they’re more than
just a cerebrum that has too many bends and contortions
give me a pen and this poor little pity party will end
i’m going to quit the same year that doc and marty were in
with my wife and kids i’ll take my life and start it again
not take my life as in suicide, let me start this again
i’ll give up rapping, by then i’ll have my bachelors in physics
work on my masters and give this famous ring back to my mistress (i don’t need it)
wasted my twenties, i’m not wasting my thirties
i’m not chasing her anymore she keeps playing and flirting
i can’t take it i’m hurting, laying here baking and burning
i’m a vegetarian staring at that stake and i’m yearning
[chorus](x3)
this is my nausea, this is my pitiless pain
this is my nausea, chasing after riches and fame
this is my nausea, ah, isn’t it just a shame
eighty years on this earth and no one remembers your name?
this is my nausea
[outro]
“one thing will all adore
it’s the one thing worth fighting for
nothing but pain, stuck in this game
searching for fortune and fame
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