Nausea Shreds Yr Head Songtext

with fast ghosts in the walls.



My bedroom window looks out on

crucified orange groves.

Frail fingers in our five-course food.

Biblical rains when the midnight

maids strip nude.



When the fire's chewing up your

walls where you gonna go?
Nooses hung from the stars tell me

yes or no.



Nausea shreds your head.



Would you rather be homeless or

dead?

When your floor's foaming at the

mouth where you gonna run?

French windows passing out

drinking all night long?



Nausea shreds your head.



Would you rather be homeless or

dead?

Will you look back?

Will you hesitate to leave all your

posessions behind?

Will you look back?



Or are you going to sink with the

ship and say everything's alright?

Are you gonna jump, jump, jump

out the window or burn, burn, burn

with the furniture?