letra de the local flavour - amputated
fashioned from flesh, an infinite source of meats
my children flock, to this familiar feast
never suspecting, their love for me is blinding
to them a saint, the doting hand that feeds
but history will mark me as a beast
hiding my true nature, whilst amongst the sheep
like lambs to slaughter upon them i will feast
watching the lost wander, without direction
i bless them with purpose, to be my sustenance
in my kitchen countless victims, i dine upon them, and dredge their shame
carving the flеsh from their bones so tendеrly
i have mastered the art of butchery
all my victims, selected carefully
i document them and then preserve their organs
i claim the best, the finest cuts for me
i stew the rest, and feed it to the pure
never think to question, the source of this treat
unwitting communion, of this divine cuisine
letras aleatórias
- peppino di capri › letra de non lo faccio più - peppino di capri
- pseudo echo › letra de dancing until midnight - pseudo echo
- to the grave › letra de holocaustralia - to the grave
- devolution › letra de too much heaven - devolution
- нехудожник nexudozhnik › letra de нотр-дам (notre-dame) - нехудожник. (nexudozhnik.)
- madonna › letra de die another day (dirty vegas main mix) - madonna
- the anatomy of › letra de simple world - the anatomy of...
- lk lezz lynxmack › letra de late night - lk lezz & lynxmack
- holy boy hot › letra de trap - holy boy hot
- cross hair › letra de darkside - cross hair