I came out, clawing through
blood and dirt and muck and
Now I found you, so I guess
you're shit out of luck.
I walked through miles
of the desert, day and night.
Now you won't feel a thing,
unless you put up a fight.
I thought about all
the things I'd do to you.
Now I'm here with
a shovel, to bury you too.
I was hated, hurt, burned,
killed, cut, and stuffed,
but now you're fucked, because
you didn't bury me deep enough.
