The Grave Gets Deeper - Primitive Pickaxing Lyrics

I am dead to rights
My pick axe seen it all
Malevolence coated
In a shiny finish of chrome
I watched all of them fall
Collapse under my swing
Bodies gouged
Bloody torsos leaking

With two hands I grab my weapon
Plant both feet firm on the ground
Raise the tool above your head and let it do all the work
Close my eyes I forget it sprays
F*ck my clothes leave them in your grave
I dug a tunnel in your brain
Eyes can see before your all the way dead
Pick axe killing pick axe killing
Pick axe killing pick axe killing
Pick axe killing pick axe killing

Dig f*cker dig
Dig f*cker dig
Dig f*cker dig
Dig f*cker dig