Lock Up Castrate The Wreckage Lyrics

Castrate The Wreckage Lyrics


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 can't 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
Sew the seeds you reap.