Lock Up

Lock Up - Castrate The Wreckage lyrics

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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.
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Language: English

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