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Caustic Full Album Lyrics

Primitive Man - Caustic cover art
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Album

Caustic

(2017)
TypeAlbum (Studio full-length)
GenresSludge Metal, Doom Metal
Album rating :  –
Votes :  0
Lyrics > P > Primitive Man Lyrics (19) > Caustic Lyrics (12)
Submitted by level 21 Eagles (2017-08-21)       Last modified by level 21 Eagles (2017-11-13)
1. My Will (5:05)
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
2. Victim (5:58)
Tell everyone in town
Tell everyone you know
I did this to you
I broke your heart
I crushed your dreams
I took them
They are mine
And they are worthless
I feel nothing
No remorse
No regret
I would do it again
Tell them again
Be the victim
The eternal victim
My boot pressed hard
Against the back of your weak will
My will pressed like cold steel
Against your soft skull
3. Caustic (0:41)
Instrumental
4. Commerce (12:16)
Cold
Shackled to
The bottom
Of the bottle
Of the socio-economic slavery
That rules
And runs my life
Combust
Let smoke fill my lungs
Taught lies
Work to ruin
Infected with poverty
Left in the gutter
Over worked
Under paid
From a system meant to fail us
Nothing left
But to hang our hopes out to try
Hell comes home
From the time clock to the death bed
When death grips your hands
And kisses them goodbye
Remember
None of your work days mattered
A lifetime spent tonguing
The asshole of all your superiors
Nothing is real

But the inevitability of your cold fucking death
And your heart being ripped from your chest
Placed into the cavity of another worker bee
Another fucking wage slave
Paycheck to paycheck
Your essence is dead but slavery is forever
5. Tepid (7:59)
There is a time
That stands still
When the needle breaks
& vibrates the frequency of our death

Human light burned out

Sucked into my tepid void

Hide your fucking eyes

My sad cock in the mouth of eternity

A gang bang with reality
Coldly fucking everyone your whole life

There’s not enough smoke in the world
To help me bury the last 33 years

Of axes ground into concrete
And bouquets made of skulls
6. Ash (0:40)
Instrumental
7. Sterility (5:41)
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 & doomed to live
Off the shit in this trough
Trash that grows between us
Out of a single wound
This is what we are
8. Sugar Hole (6:02)
My will is falling out

I’ve gnashed my teeth to dust
Weigh my pieces out
Let me return to earth
To the soil
Inside of a disgusting fucking mask

The same ones I have to adapt
Day in/day out
Separate the skin from my bones
Peel me away
A scab’s life

I pissed my youth away
And the adult world has swept me into the gutter
9. The Weight (1:07)
Instrumental
10. Disfigured (10:20)
The year of the tomb
Cold hearts living in fear together
The slave blood in me waits
For the sack cloth moon

Draped over the disfigured face of humanity
My gnashing teeth

Chewing wildly
Wet from death’s sugar hole
Generation's left to fill this oblivion
But that's how this fucking species does it
A cyclical death in a child's eyes
The world tomb for all shades
For what i am & what dies in me
Great grandmother a slave
Though light skinned
I will never be free
But never a slave
A ghost & an alien
Eviscerated by race relations
& shame in my heart
From when they fucking spit on me
11. Inevitable (12:28)
I build their dreams
And watch
The disintegration
Of my own
The blowback coats the lips
That i press on a cold grave
A plot i have paid for in time

Stitch my heart onto a time clock
Enslave my devotion and shackle me to hollow ideals

A spreadsheet for my indenture
A smile for every time they spit in my face
The poor man’s burden

Nothing else exists when I'm in this fucking hole
An outside world i am not invited into
That has forgotten who i am

The grass is never greener
Things can always burn darker than the dollar bills
That flow through the bloated veins of commerce
Greed-a plague on our fucking city

Control them with financial suffering
For it rings tried, tested, and true
12. Absolutes (8:58)
Instrumental
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