Human Compression

My glove is squeezing the handle,

Squeezing ‘till eyes start to churn,

How much can these people handle,

It’s easy to learn,

Feeling the cold of the metal,

Pressing the chest and the throat,

Bruised like the skin of an apple,

Bones they are broken,

Steel is pushing in,

Making mince of human,

Can the arms and head,

Stand up to hydraulic dread,

Stand up and face the metallic depression and,

Human compression,

That’s right.

Day after day it gets smaller,

As they are hammering in,

Well I can’t take this pressure much longer,

I am beginning to crumble in,

Steel is pushing in,

Making mince of me man,

Can my arms and head,

Stand up to hydraulic death,

Stand and be judged by metallic aggression and,

Human compression,

That’s right,

Well it seems that when you’ve got it all figured right,

Some old fuck comes and brings a gun to the knife fight,

They say you’ll explode well hey I just might,

Oh I’m dynamite,

Human compression,

That’s right.