The Shape Of

Mass disinformation.
The propaganda is the drug.
Feed them what they want.
Nobody knows what they want.

Conforming to the shape of shit.
Maybe your mind isn't as sharp as you thought.
Incapable of thinking for yourself.
You conform to the shape of shit.
Revel in the socialization.
While your mind rots away.

Easily swayed by others' opinions.
You're conforming to the shape of...

Infinite Nausea

You did it before.
Now I'll do it again.
Race to the end of it all.
Before it has its great fall.

I can only look at you when you're not a disgrace.
Don't scare me away with your disgusting face.

There were times that it all was for nothing.
Now it means everything.
Count the days until we're dead.
Remember me from toe to head.

This is the last straw.
I am the one you saw.
Don't believe everything you hear or see.
In the end, there's nothing left to be.

Nausea plagues me when I'm unhappy.
Nausea gets me when I'm down.