| In this world of concrete and machines
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| There are still many things to remind us we’re human beings
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| A gigantic grinder
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| Fused of steel and turbine
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| Blades flay muscle from bone
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| Nobody dies alone
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| As hundreds wait for death
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| The sound of engines grinding
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| Every tissue, organ and lining
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| Explode in a mulch of compost
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| Churning corkscrews of pain
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| Razor-sharp gears and cogs
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| For the creation of human sausage logs
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| The splattering of meat on flesh
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| Enzymes, acids and fats
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| Trickle down into vats
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| Nightmarish humanoid mower
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| Behold, the chunk blower
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| Your grinded mash
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| Of arms and legs
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| Torsos and heads
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| Now hamburger meat
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| I’ve an extreme fetish
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| For blood and meat
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| All over me
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| The body as a canvas
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| The art of murder
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| Upon blank skin
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| Fed into the grater
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| Exiting in chunks
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| Spattering the funk
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| Blended
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| Pureed
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| Human chunks
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| All over me?
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| Pulverized
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| Sliced and diced
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| Carnified
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| All over me?
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| Blood and thighs
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| Brains and eyes
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| Everything inside
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| All over me?
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| Allow me to reiterate your worthlessness
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| Now reduced to ground beef |