Of G - B L | Текст песни

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Original lyrics.
The human condition is inheriting 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.

New American Gospel true version of lyrics.

Human condition claustrophobia
It takes my essence somewhere
Somewhere to take control

I may be far from rocking
I am the one alone
I may be far behind lines
and made them turn away

I want to know, hey you watch out!
I've made them turn to cripple, hey you watch out!
When i will know, who'll know, back fight!
why time would let me die to control.

I fear nothing, why don't you know
I rip my mind and why don't you bleed
i fear no one, why you turn back
i may not stop.

My freedom can't contain but tell me
The pain I liberate
Riff hostility to anyone
Has made us so much hate
I made them turn from hate but tell me
The pain and suffering
I made them turn from hate but tell me
The pain and suffering
I........... know.


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