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