Primitive Man - Antietam lyrics

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**ing head. You motherf**s. I'm done. A curse on your f**ing head. Your blood on my hands. Years of self-sacrifice, years of cleaning up your mess. f**ing ungrateful. Every f**ing sub-group from cardigans to leather vests, you're all f**ing sh**. And I'm f**ing buried in it. All I have left is short of the Grave. I am penniless and f**ed up. Empty. Half of my f**ing will s**ed out. You're all sh**. And I'm f**ing buried. I HATE. From cardigans to leather vests, you're all sh**. Heart hard as stone. Black as crow. I reject them. All I have left is my balls and my word.