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