The meat grinder fed
With moronic notions of good and bad
Revolving palm bleeding onto the remains
You absolute bastards of ancient fame !
Tell me the tale, my favorite one,
nutritional value of bourgeois shit
Honest to be, could jizz a bit
Promise i`ll behave as a kid so sweet
The meat grinder fed
with notions ahead
of good and evil, my ignorance instead.
Twisting palm, hostage of shame, as i dwell again
why blood and guts run so quickly through the drain
Grind me gently
my cheap shit machine
Run past me a sales pitch
Wont go much a stray
Promise !
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