Letras
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 tools serve up the carnal plat du jour
Heat up the stove, my banquet commence
Amputate limbs, délicatesse in extremis
There is no taste like human roast beef, haute cuisine
Savouring every chunk that slides down the esophagus
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 brewing a new brand of food
Feasting on man, I survive reluctant and digestive
Your relatives, I shove down my throat
Feeding off 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 cause
In my belly to serve a better cause
In my belly to serve a better cause
In my belly to serve a better cause
In my belly to serve a better cause