Black Label

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 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