Lamb of God - Black Label Lyrics


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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



Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Black Label
  • 2 A Warning
  • 3 In the Absence of the Sacred
  • 4 Letter to the Unborn
  • 5 The Black Dahlia
  • 6 Terror and Hubris in the House of Frank Pollard
  • 7 The Subtle Arts of Murder and Persuasion
  • 8 Pariah
  • 9 Confessional
  • 10 O.D.H.G.A.B.F.E.