Primitive Man Astral Sleep
We only exist together in an astral sleep
Hand in hand in our psalms
The blood of the earth smearing grave dirt
Dead flesh rests on my bones with a dormant soul
Imprisoned where no heart beats
Dead and f..cked up
How can I continue to live in this ruin?
Unable to suppress the creature in me
Left tattered and forever alone
Stay f..cked, stay f..cked up
