My Will
de Primitive Man
When the last light
Burns out in your dense skull
I'll inhale the smoke
That comes from your burnt bones
Unrecognizable
Buried along the highway
Though time may separate us
My disgust will stay as golden as the sun
My regret will burn bright
Like the lump of shame that grows in your throat
My will is a cancer on your fucking life
Undying incurable and full of sick
As long as the blood pumps through our fucking veins
The thought of me will sicken you
And I will fucking hate you
My will is a cancer on your fucking life
