Lock Up - Castrate The Wreckage

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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

Sow the seeds you reap

© J ALBERT & SON (UK) LTD;




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