Lamb Of God - 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 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.