Primitive Rage - Incendiary

All we know is steel and stone

We’re worked to the death, we’re worked to the bone

Spreading ourselves thin, striping ourselves bare

We turn the screws too beaten to care

Bottle up with spite, lying dead in the fight

Exposing our skin to parasites

The brain rot of the digital age leave our bodies stuck in a primitive rage

Getting ahead by bowing down and we fuck our heads when we’re feeling down

The lives of the desperate are loud

Matched by the noise from the screens

Pretending everything’s fine, we save our fears for our dreams

Forcing a fucking reckoning

Set us free