Amputated - The Local Flavour - Lyrics, Similar artists

Kishore Kumar Hits — Amputated - The Local Flavour lyrics

Artist: Amputated

album: Dissect, Molest, Ingest

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 flesh from their bones so tenderly
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

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