# a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z

Lock Up
- 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
Sow the seeds you reap.