Eat a microwave lunch
but see my dinner come to life
Killing it with my knife
Blood and entrails comes out
Is this real i shout
Trained in occultism so i wonder
Chorus: Its all guts and blood
Isolated from the good god
More visions of murder i see
Many more victims it seems to be
Are they calling for me to help
Why the guts on the walls and floor
Is this a warning what to come
The smell of flesh is now more
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