Sterility
Primitive Man Lyrics


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 flacid and pathetic mess
Fed on sterility
And the proite of a better future
So I held my breath

And here I am a fucking ghost
Wrecked
I am held under & doomed to live
Off the shit in this trough
Trash that grows between us
Out of a single wound
This is what we are





Writer(s): Ethan Mccarthy, Ethan Lee Mccarthy

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