The mutants arrived with Shovels and Dreams
Uncertain livers were not to be overlooked
I like your nice carcii, your dead relatives
Said the Unique Mutant
Regurgitating the digested after-birth
Penance was then repaid after the
Cunting rape of His mother
Yes, I love the way you pull off their
Loose limbs

4, 900, 000, 000 dead
Handicapped were the rest
The fiends dribbled for his rib cage
The young-good-looking man ran
He ran through the field
And over the hill
Through the stream
And into the Grinder
Straight into the Grinder