The 213 Cannibal Lyrics

Album: Murder

Seventeen baits of sin on fire

Pieces of meat that satisfy my desire

Everyone wanted to be there

I just had to store them somewhere

My secret is covered by your disguise

We could date once or twice

But they don't accept people like us

We are the scum of the worst human virus

We have a dance

It's like a race

I hold the knife and you dance!

Hush - speed race - bloody race - hush - lay down - don't dirty - be still - the walls are thin

Bodies are fermenting on the couch

I need to hide from the crowd

I only have a refrigerator

Heart and brain at every door

Kept in the box, dead hands caress me

Your half is still under the bed, ready to be shared

Each part is a taste

All flavors without waste

I enjoy all of this

How life is

They complain about my freezer

Stinks less than these believers

They comment on the smell

Feel like you're at taco bell

And hear strange noises

Are beats and voices

The guy looks good

There are eyes in your soup

Too nice to be crazy

He's just lazy

Could you see my miserable end

A damn iron bar sank hard into my head

I still saw the blood splash and run on the dirty floor

I saw the red run through the cuts on my face

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