Primitive Man Antietam
My hell lives inside of a brick house
Windowless, full of noise that bleeds out
From the bullet hole in the sides of my f..cking head
You motherfucks, I'm done
A curse on your f..cking head
Your blood on my hands
Years of self-sacrifice
Years of cleaning up your mess
f..cking ungrateful
Every f..cking sub-group from cardigans to leather vests
You're all f..cking shit and I'm f..cking buried in it
All I have left is short of the grave
I am penniless and f..cked up
Empty, half of my f..cking will sucked out
You're all shit and I'm f..cking buried
I hate!
From cardigans to leather vests, you're all shit
Heart hard as stone, black as crow
I reject them
All I have left is my balls and my word
