Broken Hope Grind Box Lyrics

Piece by b_____ 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 a__emblage horrible masticated
Entire anatomy horrendously grated
Grinding continues, the box is starved
Your whole being incised, sliced and carved