MEAT MACHINE

 

I BLEED FROM EXIT WOUNDS

ENTER THE FOGS OF DISSONANCE

PLAYING TUNES OF COURTESY

ON MY LIMBS OF MISERY

 

AS THE BLOOD RUNS RED

AS THE BREATH TURNS COLD

THE MEAT MACHINE ROLLS ON

UNTIL ALL REVELRY IS DEAD

 

IN MY PARENTHETIC CRYSTAL HELL

COFFIN SPECTRES PROLIFERATE

TRANSFER THE MEAT MACHINERY

TO ATMOSFEARIC ASYMMETRY