Primitive Beasts
Crushed within my hands
My teeth rip its fresh
Primitive instincts of man
Surround us with death
War! too prove that were right
God! so were not afraid of night
Children! Too carry on our names
Church! too make us obey
We are
Primitive Beasts
Held down
By society
Taught how to look
And how to speak
We the strong
Must destroy the weak
Fucking when we need
Too spread our seed
The flesh we consume
While howling at the moon
War is expected
As we are the wretched
Gods abortions
Reality distortions
We can never hide
What we are inside
Autor(es): Buried Beneath Concrete
