Lamb Of God - Black Label lyrics

Album: New American Gospel (2000)

The human condition is inherit claustrophobia.
Compression of my space made complete.
I´d 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 solitudethat i should decend into autonomy
& 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 predjudice.


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