Lamb Of God - Black Labe

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.