Disgusting, stew of sickness, what can all this be
Dad where is Mom, is she alive?
"Well you see, I caught that b**h cheating
And a fight ensued
Stabbed her in the chest
There was nothing she could do
Convulsing on the table
Next to the machine
I figured she would make a delicious stew
Thoughts of how I would dispose her cheating corpse
Throwing the cutlery block on the counter
Choosing my instrument from dissection
I decided another method is best
Picked up her body by her thighs
The machine works as the weapon
The instrument for dissection
Oh well son, see what's for dinner is your mother
It seems that I put her, in the meat grinder
Sit down now
Eat her corpse
Or the same
Will happen to you"
I ate her up, as he said
Fearing what could happen, to me next
Bloody and bits of flesh, everywhere
See there's nothing left of my mom, anywhere
Taste better then, getting the knife