Said the Shovel

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