Concentration camp (yourself)
music & lyrics: Philosophor Noctis, 1992

the torture and depression
bruised spirit and captured life
I desecrate my intellect, for endure...
... this my
concentration camp
look yourself
my torment be all a life
in a solitude and feelling anger
my soul is sick and pestilent
in a body vault, unholy flesh
thinking inffected by affliction
like a bastard walking toward
from animism to death
I´m as
concentration camp
look yourself