Oh, my God, what are these?
You can hear people puking? They're dog meat

In caustic butchery I parent my dominion
In the food chain I [Incomprehensible] the missing link
Cold temerity confects this splintered for age
Infantile corruption taken to the brink

Making hash of the spumous crubescent
All comp***ion removed
Newly fully developed boiled as sprouted fodder
Marti linear murder, cordon bleu

As salubrious pet food
Human midden is consumed

And I want to mince my words
But now I love to see those churned
In tins they are reared

Ghastly I slake
Bestial appe***es to sate
As flesh and steel I mate
To fill the lower species' plate

Des parental, 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

[Incomprehensible]

Despumation the midden, the desipient I segment
Pertaining vitality, their dispatch I cement
Served out for minion in their feeding trough