08-13-2006, 06:29 PM
...dick,
Oh, pop, pop, pop my dick
Oh, pop, pop, pop my dick
Pop my dick, you son of a bitch!
(The Pop A Dick Song, Sloppy Seconds)
The human condition is inherit claustrophobia.
Compression of my space made complete.
I would rip out my own entrails by hand just to be alone.
Inanity rolls total through this sphere.
Ostracized for clarity of vision.
A dream unrealized of solitude that I should decend into autonomy
and know the pain of fellowship no more.
I feel nothing but a lack of space.
Paradox of socialization results in duress.
Rife with hostility, what has caused me so much hate?
Humanity. Exterminate with extreme predjudice.
(Black Label, Lamb Of God)
Oh, pop, pop, pop my dick
Oh, pop, pop, pop my dick
Pop my dick, you son of a bitch!
(The Pop A Dick Song, Sloppy Seconds)
The human condition is inherit claustrophobia.
Compression of my space made complete.
I would rip out my own entrails by hand just to be alone.
Inanity rolls total through this sphere.
Ostracized for clarity of vision.
A dream unrealized of solitude that I should decend into autonomy
and know the pain of fellowship no more.
I feel nothing but a lack of space.
Paradox of socialization results in duress.
Rife with hostility, what has caused me so much hate?
Humanity. Exterminate with extreme predjudice.
(Black Label, Lamb Of God)