The Grinder - Brainbombs

Sitting there

All alone

Sits and eats flesh

From the bone

Old memories

That are gone

In a barn

Chase knife

Tired and bloody

Thinking

And wishing

Too much to do

So little time

Sleeping days

Holy nights

Lonely grinder’s life

One night

Gonna get me a wife

Too much to do

So little time

Sitting there

All alone

Sits and eats flesh

From the bone

Old memories

That are gone

Too much to do

So little time