Meat
Autopsy / Chris Reifert
Let Us Feast
The smell of cooked flesh
Last scent of sweet death
Peeled from the bone of the kill
I sink my teeth in
I tear the steaming flesh
The blood runs down my throat
Desecrating what was once alive
[Lead D.C]
The resistance you put up
Was feeble to say the least
I only wanted your sweet meat
You struggled for your life
You were worthless and weak