Grindbox کے بول

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