Piece of Mind - Nausea Lyrics

Darkness is in front of me
My vision seems to be getting blurry
As my head begins to spin
I feel this pain in me
Striving for an easier will to survive

Give me a sign
The answer will never tell me why I'm alive
I never asked to be a product of your design
A slice of the wrist is never a good enough fix

Gut me open
Take this pain from me
I beg of you
I f*cking plead
You left me dead, curled up in the street
I cry as I heave

I beg you to stop this disease
A turn of events
Nothing like it would seem
Nothing stops this feeling that's in me
The world comes down
As blood runs out of my mouth

Everything is crashing in front of me
It's getting harder to breathe
Nausea is getting the best of me