Human-compost - Poisonblack

I’m surrounded by sub-entity

I knew it would happen

Figure in black would take me into the shades

Six-feet under and it’s hard to breathe

I knew it would end here

Sheep in wolf’s clothing entombed in waste

Today I wish I’d have a gun

Gasping for air I’m rotting all alone

Just how I wanted

With Karma’s blades carving my flesh to bone

I am reaping everything I’ve sown

The filth I have planted

And digging south towards the great unknown

Oh yes I wish I’d have a gun

Been playing the bitter game with leeches sucking blood out from my veins

With hook in mouth I’ve gone astray

Been shovelling shit in vain;

From grave to grave burying myself

Just one last death before I go to hell

Here I lie my shovel next to me

Still squeezing the handle

There are many like it but this one’s mine

Hole after hole it’s suffered 'cause of me

Growing the anger

With contempt and loathing over all that is I

Somebody please give me a gun

Been playing the bitter game with leeches sucking blood out from my veins

With hook in mouth I’ve gone astray

Been shovelling shit in vain;

From grave to grave burying myself

Just one last death before I go to hell

Human-compost I am

Human-compost I am

Human-compost I am

Human-compost I am

I am!

Somebody please give me a

Somebody please give me a gun

Been playing the bitter game with leeches sucking blood out from my veins

With hook in mouth I’ve gone astray

Been shovelling shit in vain;

From grave to grave burying myself

Just one last death before I go to hell