Piece by bloody piece   Entered into my sanguinary receptacle   Your fragments turned to ground beef   Bones crushed and crunched into skeletal splinters   A cubicle of soul-numbing terror   Implements within turn pepole into scarlet mulch   A contraption created from my maniacal mind   Bodies at my disposal, god I love to grind   The grindbox, a carnage carton   A device to hellishly butcher   Pushing your morsels inside the cube   I am peppered with a crimson spray   Grinding razors thirst for your substance   Reducing your strucrure to minced scraps   Your assemblage horrible masticated   Entire anatomy horrendously grated   Grinding continues, the box is starved   Your whole being incised, sliced and carved