The mutants arrived with Shovels and Dreams,
Uncertain livers were not to be overlooked.
"I like your nice carcii, your dead relatives",
Said the Unique Mutant,
Regurgitating the digested after-birth.
Penance was then repaid after the
Cunting rape of HIS mother.
Yes, I love the way you pull off their
Loose limbs.
4,900,000,000 dead.
Handicapped were the rest.
The fiends dribbled for his rib cage.
The young-good-looking man ran.
He ran through the field.
And over the hill.
Through the stream.
And into the Grinder.
Straight into the Grinder.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
