Antietam-Primitive Man

Antietam - Primitive Man My hell lives inside of a brick house. Windowless, full of noise that bleeds out from the bullet hole in the sides of my f**king head. You motherf**ks. I'm done. A curse on your f**king head. Your blood on my hands. Years of self-sacrifice, years of cleaning up your mess. F**king ungrateful. Every f**king sub-group from cardigans to leather vests, you're all f**king sh*t. And I'm f**king buried in it. All I have left is short of the Grave. I am penniless and f**ked up. Empty. Half of my f**king will sucked out. You're all sh*t. And I'm f**king buried. I HATE. From cardigans to leather vests, you're all sh*t. Heart hard as stone. Black as crow. I reject them. All I have left is my balls and my word.