Enter the Exterminator Foetus

(Terminate, terminate, terminate)

The waiting becomes torture, distractions become bliss
Futility's a luxury when you sleep in blood, sperm, vomit, and piss
Huddling to the dead for support, jacking off for warmth
Swaddled in less than ashes and rags
The payoff's always been over the ridge
And the pot of gold is full of shit
Now hi-ho, hi-ho it's off to work we go
Another merry go-down go-down go-down
Go-down go-down go-down go-down

I seen a prisoner without a clause
Living on a diet of dirt and water
Being slapped and sliced because
She didn't happen to agree with the warden
He had an itchy trigger finger

Jackboots battering a tattoo on the inside of my skull
Militantly hankering for something never done
High school memories, once a folly
Are now reality due to sheer lack of present
Death without a trial, dyin' ain't a trial
Dyin' ain't a curse but livin' sure is worse
Each experience becomes my epilogue