Funeral At Sea

My heart is calloused like viking's hand, torn to pieces. Buried in sand. Left to rot in this wasteland. Torn into pieces. Buried in sand. My fate is run by the devil's plan. The hammer falls, your maker calls. When my numbers up I'll stand tall. The blade will fall, death to all. You made me into a machine. These gears that rip, these greas that tear. Look at me, lookat me mother fucker. I'll kill you with my cold dead stare. Try me. Lets share a game. You, the devil and I. bury the panic in the back of your mind. A march of roulette the russian way. One bullet, six thances, pull the trigger. Time to play. My head is bleeding. Bury me at sea and when I'm sinking down, say a prayer for me.