Song | Black Label |
Artist | Lamb of God |
Album | New American Gospel |
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The human condition is inherit claustrophobia | |
Compression of my space made complete | |
I would rip out my own entrails by hand just to be alone | |
Inanity rolls total through this sphere | |
Ostracized for clarity of vision | |
A dream unrealized of solitude | |
That I should descend into autonomy | |
And know the pain of fellowship no more | |
I feel nothing but a lack of space | |
Paradox of socialization results in duress | |
Rife with hostility, what has caused me so much hate? | |
Humanity, exterminate with extreme prejudice |