Contined to a lightless cell, locked in solitaire Denied food and water, a cruel form of punishment Expecting me to die, I am never to be fed In thirty days the jailers surprised when I'm not dead I feed upon myself, my body is my repast In gluttony I carouse in my corporeal cuisine Taking in nourishment, literally from head to toe Aside from the hair and pain the mainn course is great Appendages devoured and chewed to stubs The trunk of my gnawed body projecting nubs My own flesh and pith taste delectable As my hunger is satisfied by consuming myself As the days roll on I ration on fodder Nibbling slowly upon my shoulders and arms I have to force myself to self-cannibalize On my meaty parts I gormandize Swallowing lumps of my personal provisions Life prolonged by gorging on my bodily grub What is to be the bill-of-fair tonight? Will it be my left leg or my right? When the captors finally open my sealed cage An astonishing, appalling sight they find Their prisoner disarticulated and terrible gnashed Belly bloated with dissevered bites eaten of my mass My nipples bitten off and ground between my teeth Now I prepare to dine upon my bloody, severed tongue Unable to eat belching erupts from my bloody chopsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
