Ad Nausea - The Good Life

All my life I’ve felt such discontent

For every big achievement, each award, each encore

I assume this gloom stretches to my death bed?

Nausea, this lump in my throat

It’s just nausea-it's making me choke

So sad to know this life is a hoax

Nausea, I barely exist

It’s your nausea-I'm shaking my fist

At a universe that can’t give a shit

Nausea, ad nausea

All my families buying brand new houses

For their bundles of joy in their twenty couches

Then there’s me, I’m wealthy with ideas

All my joy is grief an artificial

With the proper dosage I can feed my ego

Once the buzz wears off I feel so hollow

Nausea, this ache in my chest

It’s just nausea-I can’t catch my breath

So sad that life’s indebted to death

Nausea, in fits and starts

It’s your nausea-I want no part

I can’t give a shit and I’m calling it art

Nausea, ad nausea