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Primal Scream(Prmlscrm) Lyrics

I'm gonna tell you the truth, the truth about you
I'm going to reveal the raw reality about you

The truth about you, you never been true
You've never been honest and true to yourself or anyone else

You ain't nothin', you got nothin' to say
You're empty and have nothing of value to express

Shine a light on you, you fade away Fade away (repeat chorus x4)
Exposing you only dulls your existence and makes you invisible

I woke up, felt drunk, throwin' up, pissin' blood Think death, broke in, burnt out, holed in
I woke up feeling sick and dying, my mind is broken, exhausted, and emotionally trapped

Feel numb, i can't see, cracked hands, can't breathe Ripped up, ripped out, can't crawl, can't whine
Numbness and physical injuries prevent me from seeing and breathing properly, leaving me helpless

Get slayed, blast off, can't plant that bomb That seed, go on bleed, that blood in saline
I'm too weak to do anything productive, even causing harm. The idea of planting a hopeful seed only results in a painful waste

Take the blood, fold the skin, crack the guts, Never been seen
Contorting and examining my body and soul has never yielded anything unseen, only further pain

Love is so steep, in water, in the sea
Love is a deep and endless abyss that engulfs and overwhelms, like the vast ocean

Knowing god, culled him, sell your guts, sore skin Throwin' up, pissin' blood, won't come, still drunk
Even recognizing the existence of a higher power, it feels dead and cold, forcing me to sell my own self and health in desperation

No time, we're out of time, can't crawl, can't walk Jet me, blast off, can't blame cock farms
We're running out of time, being unable to move or progress, we crave the speed and escape of a jet. It's futile to point fingers or blame others

Back seat, promise me, bad blood, dead dreams Dead dreams, dead dreams
Being left on the back seat with hopeful promises only leaves me with unhealthy relationships and unattainable dreams that are long gone

Psycho-parasitic, sub-mosquito, sin-libido, fucked-up You're sick, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... Sick, sick, sick, sick... Fuck, fuck, sick, fuck, fuck, sick...
Using harsh language and metaphorical descriptions, the song accuses and insults the person or people who cause the pain and illness