Of Ground Meat Lyrics

Laying in wait for a gruesome fate
Shackles and chains keep flailing limbs at bay
on a conveyor-belt of
horrid, bloody imagery

Urgency and anxiety
Overwhelms all remaining clarity
A short moment
to brace for the suffering

The sound of steel churning
triggering a guttural desperation
as feet begin to enter
a murderous machine

Ripping flesh and muscle from the bone
A painful scream turns to a deathly moan
Drowned out by the scraping shrieks
of becoming unrecognizable meat

A blood-splattered and temporary tomb
Churning through intestine, sighing out an audible doom

Pieces of flesh project
and with reoccurance collect
Dripping ripe and wet
remains the unground head

Forced in, mashing
a skull and brain together
A loud cracking
signifies death's solidity

Turned to just a nameless paste