Primitive Man Consumption
Instability inherited
Mistakes blossom like spring failures
The weeds around this rotting house
How will I remember the good years
When the last quarter century has been so f..cking bad?
How will I cherish now
When life only comes with a lease?
Living in a dying world
World peace is a dream long dead
No man is a brother of mine
No leach
No leach
Will claim
Themselves to be a friend of mine again
I'm not sorry
Until the last pig
Takes its last f..cking breath
You can't trust
A f..cking thing
That you read
That you see
That you f..ck
That you feel
That you meet
Planet or garbage dump?
Humanity
Rotten on the vine
Humanity rotten on the vine
What now?
