Текст песни Nausea

The door's about to slam Clampdown on humankind All hope does away Under a stagnant mind Echoes of the past Torment us in our fear As I watch the flames die out No last options appear Nausea (x4) As darkness smothers all life The question remains the same For such suffering What do the leaders gain? A cold unfeeling world Filled with need and greed Too late to seek an answer Too late to plant new seeds