Rusting filthy cheese grating device
As it scrapes away your hand; slice by slice
More and more your hand stings and bleeds profusely
With every slice, your hand hangs more loosely

Piles of grated flesh
So nice, so fresh
I'm all ready to eat
This freshly-ground meat

Those nearby watch with alarm
As you grate further up your arm
With every grate you scream and bleed
With every slice you squirm and heave

Blood rolls by the gallon from your grated limbs
The cheese grater eagerly gnaws and trims
At your poor mangled and contorted arms
With every pass of the grater, life looses it's charms

Mangled flesh to manipulate...
Tangled flesh to disintegrate...
Though it's cheese it's meant to grate...
It eats your flesh and seals your fate...
(Gruesome manipulations)

Though slowly and painfully you bleed to death
You still continue to manipulate at every breath

As loss of blood begins to set in
You kick back and take it all in
You sit in a massive pool of blood
Happy, like a child playing in mud

Slowly, a horrified, shocked crowd draws around
People vomit, and faint, falling to the ground
This gruesome site is just too much for them to bear
Bits of grated flesh and cheese are strewn throughout your hair

Mangled flesh to manipulate...
Tangled flesh to disintegrate...
Though it's cheese it's meant to grate...
It eats your flesh and seals your fate...
(An oozing bloody mess)

[Guitar Solo: “Self-Surgery Performed With Common Kitchen Tools” by Bryn Erdman]

Blood vessels torn and popped
Shredded flesh messily slopped
Grating, shredding, like cheese
With your final breaths you wheeze

[Guitar Solo: “A Morbid New Use For Everyday Items” by Bryn Erdman]

Mangled flesh to manipulate...
Tangled flesh to disintegrate...
Though it's cheese it's meant to grate...
It eats your flesh and seals your fate...
(Shredded, Grated, and Torn)

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