Black Label

Black Label

Lamb of God

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
& 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

Written by BLYTHE/MORTON/ADLER/CAMPBELL/ADLER
Published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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