They say my hunger's a problem They tell me to curb my appetite They say I can't keep myself from trying A bite of every plate in sight They worship patience,a virtue Oh they tell me gluttony's a sin But my desire,it's bottomless I wanna slit your throat and eat'tell I get sick the slaughter's on I'd love to see you come undone unsatisfied,until I've got you flayed alive so,grab a plate,have a taste I'm still praying on a butcher's vein to truss you up in pretty patterns Oh,to dress your flesh up with the works Perfectly portioned by a dagger Serving the finest leftover dessert Why would I desecrate a carcass? Oh,why let the offal go to waste? It's love that guides my cleaver with such tenderness A perfect strike to fix the horror on your face The laughter's mine Oh, blood and viscera divine Preserved and primed Each muscle divvied up to date And in the high Tasting I'll devour all of you in time Oh,your heart aortic work of art my love,my knife to carve it out,your life so,grab a plate,have a taste I'm still preying on a butcher's vein to snap the sinew,I want to get within you,I want to not forgive you Rigor mortis,mold and mildew But dear,you should be grateful that I won't waste a good meal that all my love's precision Carves a cut to simply die for to snap the sinew,I want To get within you,I want To scar the tissue Butterfly and rectify you I need to be your afterlife Eucharist,I deify God,oh,fuck the fork and knife I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite the slaughter's on I'd love to see you come undone unsatisfied,until I've got you flayed alive So,grab a plate,have a taste I'm still preying on a butcher's vein And now the slaughter's mine My darling,get under the knife Your broken pride A cut so perfect in its prime All that I see,63 I'll be waiting,so impatiently Oh,your heart aortic work of art My love,my knife To carve it out,your life So,grab a plate,have a taste I'm still preying on a butcher's vein Still praying, hopeless and in vain