Yeah, this is what I do, take another bite
Big enough to chew
She said, “Careful, or you’ll lose it”
But girl, I’m only human
And I know there’s a blade where your heart is
And you know how to use it…
Entrée # 1: Hors d’œuvre
There’s blood in my fingers from where you broke them clean
Take another bite of my quivering torso, gut the blade in my spleen
I’ll be alright, my bloodshot eyes roll back at your finer tastes
If you’re planning to murder me, dear, just don’t let me go to waste
Entrée #2: Apéritif
I couldn’t lose it, I wouldn’t lose it, this time, this time I swear
They all look so goddamn tantialising to me, they’re all so unaware
My cracked lips are watering at the thought of flesh rather aged
I’m five seconds away from counting down and going into a rampage
Fine Dining: Plat Principal
The rioting voices in my head screamed “Run, why don’t you?!”
But I’m afraid I’m enjoying my own homicide scene far too much to stop
Turn around, let me see the perpetrator, let me take you through
It’s not fair, with every gland and chemical, they ruptured in another trap
Save Some Room: Assiette à Dessert
What…what the fuck happened? All I see is a decaying cadaver still smiling
And sweet postmortem laughter digging at the back of my head, latching to me
I searched for a drag, lost restraint again, and satisfied myself with my f e e d
I said that I’ll stop killing for greed, but I never said I’ll stop for what I n e e d.
And you can take my flesh if you want, girl
But, baby, don’t abuse it
These voices in my head screaming, “Run, now”
I’m praying that they’re human…
A Lost Painting