Black Label Lyrics - Lamb Of God

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? 

Humanity. 

Exterminate with extreme prejudice