Chunk Blower Lyrics

In this world of concrete and machines
There are still many things to remind us we're human beingsA gigantic grinder
Fused of steel and turbine
Blades flay muscle from bone
Nobody dies alone
As hundreds wait for death
The sound of engines grinding
Every tissue, organ and lining
Explode in a mulch of compost
Churning corkscrews of pain
Razor-sharp gears and cogs
For the creation of human sausage logs
The splattering of meat on flesh
Enzymes, acids and fats
Trickle down into vats
Nightmarish humanoid mower
Behold, the chunk blowerYour grinded mash
Of arms and legs

Torsos and heads
Now hamburger meatI've an extreme fetish
For blood and meat
All over me
The body as a canvas
The art of murder
Upon blank skin
Fed into the grater
Exiting in chunks
Spattering the funk