Said the Shovel - OSEES, Oh Sees

I’m flecked with bloody dust, baby

Can’t you see we’re on the losing side?

I know what time to dig it, baby

Tell them just to leave them all behind

I’ve got girls

They’ve got choked up, screaming when they died

They got fucked up, chewed up, thrown up

And in the dirt they lie

Soldier souped up, throw cuts

I’m a miner by design

I’m cloaked in carrion

Carry on, a camouflage of flies

I transmit good advice

Deep behind the vivid lines, I hide

Turning into rotten piles

Peppered over rival miles, I lie

Excavate

Perforate

Extract

Amputate

A lot

Entomb

Inhume

Sepulcher

Exhume

A lot

Atrophy

Empathy

Mortify

Cassate

A lot

Excavate

Perforate

Extract

Amputate

A lot