Nausea

"Be bloody, bold, and resolute laugh to scorn
The power of man for none of woman born
Shall harm...(Suturn)!

Come, you spirits
That tend me on mortal thoughts, unsex me here
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it."
(Shakespeare's Macbeth)

A sickness inside of me
And inside of the world
And you?
You're above all that
Trying to mess all around
Because of your stupid pride.
And I hate it.
I hate it all.
I hate everything.
All...