American Meat Grinder

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr. Grey] Bathe you in burgundy I'm a fiend for blood, dark matter, and verbal surgery Live between the lines but the lines are getting blurred to me It makes us old as time, the rest fulfill the prophecy I trust no one in the opus of this perjury 'Cause in the lunch line they resume serving mercury Symphony of circuitry, napalm mouthwash Binge watch jack off, celebrate absurdity I can be the problem, I can be the foe, Green Goblin I'm about to losе my mind, left it on the road behind Thе path ahead is quicksand and it heads into the sun The sinners and the saints are in a circle till it's done [Chorus: Jeffrey Nothing] Leaving me here in the pieces of what's left (What's left) Let's make it clear that disease lies in the death (The death) I've made monstrosities that you cannot conceive Damn near impossible to breathe, what's left of me (Of me) [Verse 2: Mr. Grey] The blades are beckoning, gonna eat you up Turn teeth, meat shaped thickening All you got is time (time, time), forget the sense of urgency Stimulate your mind (mind, mind), taste me the complacency Caving starts to come down, foundation starts to crumble Bumblebee crunch time, just George without a jungle (Yo) Digital dystrophy, new crop nob off Tie knot, blood got the recipes of mystery I can be the problem, Red Hood, bad Robin They don't give a shit about a motherfucker like you 'cause you ain't nobody Sin in the city and the city's burning down Left alive inside the fire while the cook is skipping town (Skipping town) [Chorus: Jeffrey Nothing] Leaving me here and the pieces of what's left (What's left) Let's make it clear the disease lies in the death (The death) I've made monstrosities that you cannot conceive Damn near impossible to breathe, what's left of me (Of me) [Interlude: Roman Craig (Dan Aykroyd)] Nothing for me. How about the gourmet here, you know what he wanted? Hotdogs! You know what they make those things out of, huh Chet? You know? Lips and assholes! Hahahaha, like 'cause I'm old-fashioned. I like assholes. Ha, and I like lips. If I got lips like those I'd make another million. Hahahahaha [Outro: Jeffrey Nothing] What's left of me What's left of me Very impossible to breathe What's left of me What's left of me