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My Will 05:05
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
Victim 05:58
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
Caustic 00:41
Commerce 12:16 video
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
Tepid 07:59
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
Ash 00:40
Sterility 05:41
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 flacid 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
Sugar Hole 06:02
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
The Weight 01:07
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
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
Absolutes 08:58


Denver’s nihilistic trio PRIMITIVE MAN return with Caustic, their second full-length offering of soul-crushing blackened doom and noise-ridden claustrophobia. Recorded and produced at Flatline Audio by Dave Otero (Cobalt, Cephalic Carnage, Cattle Decapitation), Caustic is 12 songs and 75+ minutes of bloodcurdling howls, abysmal tones and dense, unsettling feedback spewing forth a cesspool of utter misery. With lyrical themes ranging from political corruption, personal struggle and the crumbling social climate facing the world today, Caustic serves as a cataclysmic soundtrack for a world gone awry.


released October 6, 2017

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