paroles de chanson Fodder for the Grinder - Processor

The art of processing
New flesh for the mincing machine
Fodder for the grinder
Swine, fulfill your destiny

Slaughter waste with slicing ice-cold eyes
Mesmerized for the taking of a life
Utilized as an obtuse butcher's knife
A pulverized mind returns, processes his wife

Life's a never-ending cycle of being shredded or to shred
Dragged into the maelstrom, there is no escape
Strained to the slippery edge of extinction
Takes place the adoption of nature's conditions

Slaughter waste with slicing ice-cold eyes
Mesmerized for the taking of a life
Utilized as an obtuse butcher's knife
A pulverized mind returns, processes his wife

A tub full of blood and
A bed full of shreds
A sink full of limbs and
A towel stained with bowels
The eyes stare into space
As the bonesaw splits the face
All part of the routine
Machine copes with cuisine

Your memories will never let you off the hook
Suck you in and splice your spine, give you what you took
A hurricane of white and black, a whirling wind of yellow-red
Splinters in the membrane, contaminated food chain

Fodder for the grinder
Fodder for the drain
Fodder for the crusher
Segregated, separated, get mashed again

Now I've given you too much time
The teeth consumed in whole
Your only purpose left on this world
Is to be deportated, saturated and to be sold