Текст (слова) песни: Lock Up - Castrate The Wreckage

I found freedom
losing all hope was freedom
self improve or self destruct

Right in your face but not visible
The tip of your tongue but you cant taste
Grotesque distortions - dark cyclones
Virtual abattoir sadists womb

A host to parasites every day and night
The need for something more out of life

Lost in oblivion dark and silent
A fear you cannot smell or taste
The endless trance, the muffled cries
I await my second birth

The secret webs of emotion
Spin the threads of self-rejection
The secret webs of emotion
Safety net for all our pain

Castrate the mental wreckage
Waste is a thief
No antidote for anger
Sow the seeds you reap.
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After Life In Purgatory
Broken World
Cascade Leviathan
Castrate The Wreckage
Catharsis
Darkness Of Ignorance
Dead Sea Scoll
Delirium
Detestation
Ego Pawn
Fake Somebody
Feeding The Opiate
Fever Landscapes
Hate Breeds Suffering
High Tide In A Sea Of Food
Horns Of Venus
Leech Eclipse
Pretenders Of The Throne
Retrogression
Slaughterous Way
Slow Bleed Gorgon, Pleasures Pave Sewers
Submission
The Dreams Are Sacrificed
The Jesus Virus
The Sixth Extinction
Tragic Faith
Triple Six Suck Angels
Violent Reprisa