Castrate The Wreckage Lyrics
losing all hope was freedomself improve or self destructRight in your face but not visibleThe tip of your tongue but you can't tasteGrotesque distortions - dark cyclonesVirtual abattoir sadists wombA host to parasites every day and nightThe need for something more out of lifeLost in oblivion dark and silentA fear you cannot smell or tasteThe endless trance, the muffled criesI await my second birthThe secret webs of emotionSpin the threads of self-rejectionThe secret webs of emotionSafety net for all our painCastrate the mental wreckageWaste is a thiefNo antidote for angerSew the seeds you reap.
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