Lyrics Black Label
                        
                        
                                                    
                            The human condition is inherit claustrophobia.
Compression of my own space made complete.
I would rip out my own entrails by hand just to be alone.
Insanity rolls total through this sphere.
Ostracized for clarity of vision.
A 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