| Song | Castrate The Wreckage |
| Artist | Lock Up |
| Album | Hate Breeds Suffering |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Embury | |
| 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. |
| zuo qu : Embury | |
| 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 selfrejection | |
| 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. |
| zuò qǔ : Embury | |
| 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 selfrejection | |
| 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. |