Sterility
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Sterility
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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
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Primitive Man performs "Sterility", and this lyric page sits inside the Primitive Man catalog on LyroVerse.
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