Lamb Of God Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Black Label Lyrics

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 decend 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 predjudice.