Trash Colony - Frankenstein lyrics

d**h 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 f** a morality Cauldron toil, trouble, covered in motor oil Gasoline fumes entombed in mortal coil