If I could untether my heart and soul
Maybe I would make it out alive from this whole
People stand in shadows
they seldom show their face
I see no sense waiting but I only stand in place
and all I feel is nausea, the city has insomnia
What if this was all my elaborate game?
Where I make up the rules and have everyone else play
It's easy to equate disease with decay
but what if it could happen another way?
But all I feel is Nausea, the city has insomnia
it's gonna keep the world from tumbling down.