Song | Chunk Blower |
Artist | Cattle Decapitation |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 |
zuo qu : 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 | |
Razorsharp 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 |
zuò qǔ : 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 | |
Razorsharp 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 |