A darkened room reopening at the stroke of twelve Grim cascades of light construct a blurry image The fridgecage opens serving a putrid stiff Rusted will serve up the casual plat du jour Heat up the stove, my banquet commence Amputate limbs, Delicatesse in extremis There is no taste, like human rosbeef, hautecuisine Savouring every chunk that slides down the esophague Feasting on man I survive reluctant and digestive Sanguine, my culinary addiction Just doing my part in depopulation Another day, another night to rob the morgue Retrieving chunks to stew what i adore Exhuming chunks to flavour the casserole Im the grand chef brewfing a new brand of food Feasting in man I survive, reluctant, and digstive Your relatives, I shove down my throat Feeding of hate, preying on man, cannibalism with a cause Little lumps of meat Adoring the flesh I eat The dead no longer alone In my belly to serve a better cause
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