Paroles de Sterility

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