Primitive Man Sterility
[Verse]
Hold me under the threshold
Of the festering wound
The grows between us
All infected chasms
Blend into a single wound
This is what we are
A flaccid pathetic mess
Fed on sterility
And the promise of a better future
I held my breath
I am a f..cking ghost
Wrecked
I am held under and doomed to live
Off the shit in this trough
Trash that grows between us
Out of a single wound
This is what we are
