Sterility - Primitive Man

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 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 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