Carcass - Pedigree Butchery

"Oh my God! What are these? You can hear people puking... They're dog meat!." (Lead: Gutted, hashed and deboned by W.G. Steer) (Lead: Prepared on the slab by M. Amott) In caustic butchery I parent my dominion In the food chain I create the missing link Cold temerity confects this splintered for age Infantile corruption taken to the brink... Making hash of the spumous crubescent All natural compassion removed The newly fully developed boiled as sprouted fodder Martilinear murder - cordon bleu As salubrious pet food Human midden is consumed... Not one to mince my words But now I love to see those siblings churned In tins they are reared Ghastly I slake Bestial appetites to sate As flesh and steel I mate To fill the lower species' plate... Desparental, primparal goods oozing The bawling, squabbling denied the suckling teat Sentient bloodletting sprains the sporulate Makes a choice chimerical treat... Rheological, twisted nursery chymes The fluxing of the defleshed Paedophilosophical, carnage knowledge As the illegitimeat to the domesticated is fed So as you breed They will bleed... Contumely calorie count Ebullient death toll mounts - Higher and higher... (Lead: Choicest, prime cuts by M. Amott) (Lead: Firm, meaty chunks by W.G. Steer) Despumation the midden, the desipient I segment Pertaining vitality, their dispatch I cement Served out for minion in their feeding trough...