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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 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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