Black Label letra

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 and know the pain of fellowship no more. I feel nothing but lack of space. Paradox of socialization results in duress.
Rile with hostility, what has caused me so much hate? Humanity. Exterminate with extreme prejudice.

The Realness - Letras

• A Warning
• Alive
• Black Label
• Confessional
• Fight To Survive
• In the Absence of the Sacred
• Letter to the Unborn
• O.D.H.G.A.B.F.E.
• Our worlds end
• Pariah
• Sleepless nights
• Terror and Hubris in the House of Frank Pollard
• The Black Dahlia
• The Subtle Arts of Murder and Persuasion