Primitive Man Stretched Thin
I'll hold the black urn in the desert tonight
With bones in my pocket and hell in my mind
They'll never find me
They'll never find the rotten piece inside of me
That hides in your mind
I walk alone in darkness
Sheltered from the light with cancer on my soul
A victim of the life
I live high and filled with scorn, fed up and raw
Hate everything, hate everyone
I have forgotten how to live
