Vārdi:
Cattle Decapitation 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

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

if road kill, we crisp and peel and flake away No longer perishable Adoration for man's expiration Pain... Disease... Ignorance... Extinction of man

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

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

Perpetual multiplier Procreating bastard Ever had your gonads smashed by a ball-peen hammer? Ever been forced into a vasectomy by and axe-wielding

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

Enter the count In all his grimoire testimony Generations of genocide Severed sex glands to his delight Meatuses litter the ground Every step--hundreds