Nausea - Matt Duke

O' Mother Nature surrounds me outside of heavy steel

She is now reduced to this

Having been hit by the fist of modern man

I drive for hours until I get to where I need

But Point A is still Point B

We run in circles until we're too dizzy to see

You are clenching your stomach

It takes you back to where you started

Shivering

Through cold night air

Screaming loud

To no avail

Feeling less alive each time I lose my grip

I am unfazed when I slip

Sinking always felt so comfortable somehow

The pain that springs from lack of some contingency

A realization but no surprise

I'm so tired still I half open my eyes

You're clenching your stomach

It takes you back to where you started

Shivering

Through cold night air

Screaming loud

To no avail

Shivering

Through cold night air

Screaming loud

To no avail