作曲 : Astor, Oftedal, Ryan
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 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 blower 
Your grinded mash 
Of arms and legs 
Torsos and heads 
Now hamburger meat 
I'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 
Blended Pureed 
Human chunks 
All over me? 
Pulverized 
Sliced and diced 
Carnified 
All over me? 
Blood and thighs 
Brains and eyes 
Everything inside 
All over me? 
Allow me to reiterate your worthlessness 
Now reduced to ground beef