To Roast & Grind کے بول

Serialistic - Thriving on my lust to kill A half gnashed torso skulpted at my will Blood is pumping as I retract the cleaver Necrotic fungus, man has found its redeemer Enter into the realm of gore Parisitic I feed on you worms where love is cancer and apathy is bliss I - am an artist of coital bile forcing my ways into flesh with desire Incinerations of those who stand amidst more bodies for me to roast and grind... Voluptiosly I trampled, rendered to snot savagely I lacerate, grinding your fucking face Aroused by the pile of chunks I must satisfie my needs the gasping wounds are grasping around my flesh impaling cock upon your cadaver I piss...