Grind Box

[00:02.42] Piece by bloody piece
[00:05.14] Entered into my sanguinary receptacle
[00:06.46] Your fragments turned to ground beef
[00:07.67] Bones crushed and crunched into skeletal splinters
[00:09.39] A cubicle of soul-numbing terror
[00:11.08] Implements within turn pepole into scarlet mulch
[00:12.82] A contraption created from my maniacal mind
[00:14.42] Bodies at my disposal, god I love to grind
[00:16.28] The grindbox, a carnage carton
[00:29.08] A device to hellishly butcher
[00:36.90] Pushing your morsels inside the cube
[00:39.90] I am peppered with a crimson spray
[00:41.16] Grinding razors thirst for your substance
[00:43.53] Reducing your strucrure to minced scraps
[00:45.86] Your assemblage horrible masticated
[00:47.72] Entire anatomy horrendously grated
[00:50.35] Grinding continues, the box is starved
[00:52.05] Your whole being incised, sliced and carved
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