Line up to die, Blood drains Quickly

Line up to die,gears grind flesh

Blood drains quickly, meat hooks in place

Rich Texans, dance with delight

Maggots crawl, behind eyes
Bacteria feeds, on the rot
Put your self in the sausage grinder [repeat]


Strip the flesh, painful tear of my death
One by one, next in line

Packaged on the shelf, is the end of life