now part of the recipe Harshness and voracity, ingredients of my delivery To serve the public, the helpless frozen subjects Dinner is prepared To serve man
now part of the recipe Harshness and voracity Ingredients of my delivery To serve the public The helpless frozen subjects Dinner is prepared. To serve man
Перевод: Крупный рогатый скот Обезглавливание. Забота о человеке.
In this world of concrete and machines There are still many things to remind us we're human beings A gigantic grinder Fused of steel and turbine Blades
Obese pathetic creature Exaggerated, consuming anatomical features Years of sloth and unfit diet have created this gastrointestinal nightmare Biopsy
if road kill, we crisp and peel and flake away No longer perishable Adoration for man's expiration Pain... Disease... Ignorance... Extinction of man
Upon these walls Draping outlines of once living parasites The human as a rotten spectacle I eat your skin Sheath of epidermis Fillet of flesh Stripped
So, now, you're begging for life: All hopes and dreams are kicked aside Your reflection in my knife, reflects humanimal demise Every man Every child
the edge of the corral Ascending heart rate makes for succulent portions Capillary beds fill to the point of explosion In an orgasmic decapitation of human cattle
We have our ways to make you die Your request for a pleasant death has been denied 1,000 degrees Disintegration above the knees C-4 plastique, strapped
Humanity is a nuisance Some people choose to die When I come around the corner There is where you forever lie Walking with your kids Their faces now
Perpetual multiplier Procreating bastard Ever had your gonads smashed by a ball-peen hammer? Ever been forced into a vasectomy by and axe-wielding
malignancy now part of the recipe Harshness and voracity Ingredients of my delivery To serve the public The helpless frozen subjects Dinner is prepared. To serve man
One day, the earth must vomit as sewers and cemeteries intertwine into one The spitting up of the dead--regurgitated! The fumes of the rot--exhumated
This is the way your life ends: On a slab in my basement Perplexed by your loss of limbs And wondering where your face went Inside my den Random pieces
Enter the count In all his grimoire testimony Generations of genocide Severed sex glands to his delight Meatuses litter the ground Every step--hundreds
