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 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?
Exterminate with extreme prejudice
Written by: Chris Adler, David Randall Blythe, John Campbell, Mark Morton, Will Adler
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC