quartermoonchild - Nausea Lyrics

I wanted to alter
My timeline
Add another life line
I wanted to alter
My gut's whine
Now the regret is mine

Check my pulse
Check my pulse
Check my pulse
Check my

I wanted, but couldn't
Act with perfection
Without slipping
I wanted, but couldn't
Fill expectations
Without being ruined

With every simple talking point my throat gets tighter
You know the chatter makes me quieter
With every pointed stare my head weight feels lighter
You know the heat of the spotlight begets nausea
(Check my pulse)
With every simple talking point my throat gets tighter
You know the chatter makes me quieter
With every pointed stare my head weight feels lighter
You know the heat of the spotlight begets nausea
(Check my)

I wanted to be there
Before the silence
Filled the ambience (check my pulse)
I wanted (check my pulse)
To be there (check my)
To add more life, but (check my)
Death is my likeness (check my pulse)

With every simple talking point my throat gets tighter
You know the chatter makes me quieter
With every pointed stare my head weight feels lighter
You know the heat of the spotlight begets nausea
(Check my pulse)
With every simple talking point my throat gets tighter
You know the chatter makes me quieter
With every pointed stare my head weight feels lighter
You know the heat of the spotlight begets nausea
(Check my)

Check my pulse
Check my pulse
Check my
Check my