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Come on down to the farm and try
MY PORK GRIND
People come from miles around to taste
MY PORK GRIND
People go crazed and kill for
MY PORK GRIND
You Are what you eat when you eat
MY PORK GRIND
Alone on my farm and that's the way I like it
Raising my swine to be slaughtered and fried into crunchy treats
But there is something else mixed into my famous pork grind
A secret ingredient
My fat ass awakens at dawn
The stench of pig shit everywhere
I pet my dead dog and say
Its time to make the pork grind
Open the doors, sweep up the mess
Mix it all in, slaughter more pigs
Hurry on down and consume
MY PORK GRIND
People come from miles around to taste
MY PORK GRIND
People would crush their mother's skull for
MY PORK GRIND
You are what you eat
Tear the bag open
Shove it down your throat
Don't worry; it's supposed to smell like that
Its crunchy, and greasy, to make it go down easy
Soon you'll be hooked and coming back for more
I use the whole pig, and more you can't imagine
Un-natural ingredients
Don't tell the USDA
Its time to make the pork grind
Its time to make the pork grind
Come on down to the farm and try
MY PORK GRIND
People come from miles around to taste
MY PORK GRIND
People go crazed and kill for
MY PORK GRIND
You are what you eat; you are
MY PORK GRIND
Pig, Bacon Grease, and other un-natural ingredients
Mindless consumers, rabid and insatiable
Break down my doors in a frenzy to eat more
Tear each other apart
Blood, limbs and guts scattered all over
You have now become
MY PORK GRIND
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Immurement
06:06
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The vastness of my innermost despair
Endless and expansive, blackness of space
Distortions and disarray
Collapsing psyche splinters and crumbles
Discarded and desolate
Repulsion internal
Malice eternal
Insanity engulfs me
Soiled in sorrow, alone in my subconscious
Brought to my knees through trials and torment
Demons mock my cries
Forever confined to this mind
Captive
Prisoner
Shackled to this dungeon
Wretched
Miscreant
Condemned to immurement
The stench of shame is all around
A plague of anguish
Paralyzed breathing
I am mortified by my own loathing
This scorn and suffering that no one can fathom
I cannot claw my way out
Of this cage
With these feeble hands
Losing hope I close my eyes
And wish that I would never wake up
Never again feel the warmth of sun on my face
Can't escape this place
My minds become a dungeon
Endless abyss of contempt
Withdrawn from this grim existence
I feel now that I have reached the end
I have reached the end
I have reached the end
Captive
Prisoner
Shackled to this dungeon
Wretched
Miscreant
Condemned to immurement
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Animal Farm
02:17
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Sadistically Speaking
Sadistically Speaking
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Choked On My Spit
01:36
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Hey
Choked on my spit
Hey
Dog
My Pork Grind
My Pork Grind
Pig shit everywhere
You're gonna have to auto-tune the shit out of that one
It's getting progressively worse
Time to make the Pork Grind
Very proud of that scream
I can't understand anything you're saying
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Acts of Swine Illinois
Acts of Swine is an Old School Death Metal band, formed in 2016 by Dan Guenther, and Brian Worth. Their debut album "Sadistically Speaking" takes the brutality and atmosphere of early 90's Death Metal, and brings pounding militaristic rhythms, pulverizing riffs, off-kilter melodies, wretched growls, and scathing social commentary about the horrors humans inflict on each other. ... more
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