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letra de american meat grinder - mr. grey

[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 lines 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 bad lit head 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 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
d-mn near impossible to breathe, what’s left of me (of me)

[verse 2: mr. grey]
the blades of beckoning, gonna eat you up
turn t–th, meat shaped thickening
all you got is time (time, time), forget the sense of urgency
stimulate your mind (mind, mind), taste me the complacency
cave in starts to come down, donations starts to crumble
bumblebee crunch time, just george without a jungle (yo)
digital dystrophy, new crop n0b off
tie knot, blood got the recipes of mystery
i can be the problem, red hood, bad robin
they don’t give a sh-t about a motherf-cker like you ’cause you ain’t n0body
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
d-mn 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 assh0l-s! hahahaha, like ’cause i’m old-fashioned. i like assh0l-s. 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

- mr grey

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