Frankenstein by Trash Colony Lyrics

Death grips tight, that might get under your skin
Griim on the mic is like siamese twins
No ins or outs inseparable, incapable
No need to be skeptical, it ain't inescapable
Don't come to the table of operations, your mind's empty
Trash congregation make frankenstein emcees
Brains of a mad man, hands covered in callus
Bad in every bone and heart filled with malice
Parts unknown from deadmen, tongues envenomed too
Sewn words are flung, be careful what he spit at you
What was you thinking?
This verb's toxic
Serves you right for drinking someone's blood up out the mosh pit
The Grim Reaper, a cash of abnormalities
Keeper of the trash, man fuck a morality
Cauldron toil, trouble, covered in motor oil
Gasoline fumes entombed in mortal coil