Vessel of Nausea Lyrics

I am not whole, my temper is short.
Agitated, feeling cold.
Swarmed, biting my nails.
Sweating palms.
Shaking me to the core.

Intrusion of thought.
Rising state of tension.
Pure apprehension.

Nausea...

Nausea!
Creeps up upon me.
The trauma of birth...
Hyperventilation.

I am not whole,
Agitated, feeling cold.
Swarmed, biting my nails.
Sweating palms,
Shaking me to the core.

Nausea.
Creeps up upon me.
The trauma of birth...
I'm not whole!

Please relieve me of my disease.
Awaken me with angst.
Monumental terror.
Will it set me free?

Time stands still.

...is this real?