A darkened room re-opening at the stroke of twelve Grim cascades of light construct a blurry image The fridge-cage opens serving a putrid stiff Rusted will serve up the casual plat du jour
Heat up the stove, my banquet commence Amputate limbs, Delicatesse in extremis There is no taste, like human rosbeef, haute-cuisine
Savouring every chunk that slides down the esophague Feasting on man I survive reluctant and digestive
Sanguine, my culinary addiction Just doing my part in depopulation
Another day, another night to rob the morgue Retrieving chunks to stew what i adore Exhuming chunks to flavour the casserole I'm the grand chef brewfing a new brand of food
Feasting in man I survive, reluctant, and digstive Your relatives, I shove down my throat Feeding of hate, preying on man, cannibalism with a cause
Little lumps of meat - Adoring the flesh I eat The dead no longer alone - In my belly to serve a better causeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
