Open the bodies cuts
And boiling all the guts
Burning and sucking the fats
A carnal forge mass
Deeds in flesh we made
With razors, forceps and blades
Take off the skin to play
And bones to manipulate

A garden with flowers made by flesh
A putrid stench is in your breath

Flesh grinder
Mangler, dismember and serve on plate

Flesh grinder
Blood in clothes, guts on floor

We give nice names to our insanity
Tecnic words used in pathology
Were tissues, muscles and organs are so pretty
Inside a jar
Isn't our anatomy a beauty?
Can we use the bones?
Can we cook the flesh?
Exhume the corpses
Slice the flesh
Pick the bones clean
Now grind!

Soak the eyes to feed the dogs