Original lyrics.
The human condition is inheriting [bad word] of my space [bad word] 
I would rip out my own entrails by hand just to be alone.
Inanity rolls total through this sphere.
Ostracized for clarity of vision.
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.

New American Gospel [bad word] version of lyrics.

Human condition claustrophobia
It takes my essence somewhere
Somewhere to take control

I may be far from rocking
I am the one alone
I may be far behind lines
and made them turn away

I want to know, hey you watch out!
I've made them turn to cripple, hey you watch out!
When i will know, who'll know, back fight!
why time would let me die to control.

I fear nothing, why don't you know
I rip my mind and why don't you bleed
i fear no one, why you turn back
i may not stop.

My freedom can't contain but tell me
The pain I liberate
Riff hostility to anyone
Has made us so much hate
I made them turn from hate but tell me
The pain and suffering
I made them turn from hate but tell me
The pain and suffering
I........... know.