Nausea
"Like Bob or Brian..."

I yearned to be an auteur, adroitly steering my steed

Faust fucks me and brings me flowers while I do my time

And I'm hacking spit at backhand two bit Freud
Just want to be alone
But he's had me here for such time that I'm starting to flake;

"Ossified anachronistic dude, there's a band of jackals to see!"

To whatever I resisted I have acquiesced
Hybrid fashion and odd consumption now we honour
Every other an occupying phantom glory passed

Torn asunder I came to the shore
And fantasised that I was something more than a waste of possibility
But all I am is all I'll ever be

Numbness sets as time goes by, it's weird
I'm so dizzy and apathetic
Can't see for the children kissing as all the good things die in horror