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Castrate The WreckageI 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. |