Building the ark when the flood has already come.
Using the finger nails of the drowned to hold it together.
Will this keeps us a float,
Or will we sink and join the dead below?

There’s a scatstorm spewing out of your toilet.
The rage of a million small voices rolled up into one giant mass.
This is the revenge of the **** that came out of your ***.

We are coming out of the ground. Out of pipes, taps, plug holes and shower heads.
You thought you had won when you pulled the handle down,
But we have returned to color your whole world brown.

You forgot about us. You thought that we were so little. But like all little things we added up over time. Now we are many, and we are rising.
Overflowing the septic tank.
Up to your ankles.
Up to your knees.
Up to your waist.
Up to your neck.
Up your nose,
down your neck
and into your lungs.

Now you’re trying not add to us.
You cling wrap your *******, walling us in. Your chocolate starfish bursts open, you can’t hold us in.
We have to come out eventually.

We are the **** you thought you had flushed away!
We are coming back up to drown you
today!
You are suffocating in your own ****!
Out of all the ways to go this had to be it!

Down the ******* you go.
We’re flushing you down the drain.
Just like you did to us so long ago.
We watch you spiral down the *******. Watch you get taken under.
We have killed every plumber.
It is hopeless now!
No one can save you now!
We have won!

Into the septic tank you go,
Where one day someone will find you,
Drowned in your own ****!