Luyện nghe bài hát Chunk Blower

In this world of and machines
There are still many things to remind us we're beings

A grinder
Fused of steel and
flay muscle from bone
Nobody dies
As hundreds wait for
The sound of engines
Every tissue, and lining
Explode in a of compost
corkscrews of pain
Razor-sharp gears and
For the creation of human sausage
The of meat on flesh
Enzymes, acids and
Trickle down into
humanoid mower
Behold, the chunk

grinded mash
Of arms and
Torsos and
Now hamburger

I've an fetish
For blood and
All me
The as a canvas
The art of
Upon skin
Fed into the
Exiting in
Spattering the

Human
All me?

Sliced and

All me?
Blood and
and eyes
Everything
All me?
me to reiterate your worthlessness
Now reduced to beef