| Song | Black Label |
| Artist | Lamb of God |
| Album | New American Gospel |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |