Disfigured

By Primitive Man

On Caustic

Released on October 6, 2017

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The year of the tomb

Cold hearts living in fear together

The slave blood in me waits

For the sackcloth moon

Draped over the disfigured face of humanity

My gnashing teeth

Chewing wildly

Wet from death’s sugar hole

Generations 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 and what dies in me

Great grandmother a slave

Though light skinned

I will never be free

But never a slave

A ghost and an alien

Eviscerated by race relations

And shame in my heart

From when they fucking spit on me