Black Labe (исполнитель: Lamb Of God)

The human condition is inherit claustrophobia. [bad word] of my own space [bad word] 
I would rip out my own entrails by hand just to be alone.
Insanity rolls total through this sphere.
Ostracized for clarity of vision.
dream unrealized by solitude that i should descend into autonomy and know the pain of fellowship no more.
I feel nothing but lack of space.
Paradox of socialization results in duress. 
Rife with hostility, 
What has caused me so much hate?
Humanity
Exterminate with extreme prejudice.
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