They say my hunger's a couple
That they tell me to curb my appetite
They say I can't keep myself from trying
A bite of every plate in sight

They worship patience, a virtue
Oh, they tell me gluttony's a sin
But my desire, it's bottomless
I want to slit your throat and eat 'til I get sick

The slaughter's on, I'd love to see you come undone
Unsatisfied until I've got you flayed alive
So grab a plate, have a taste, check a mate, one, two, three
I'm still preying on a butcher's vein

To dress you up in fancy patterns
Oh, to dress your flesh up with the works
Perfectly portioned by a dagger
Serving the finest leftover dessert

Why would I ever create a carcass?
Oh, I like the awful gore and waste
It's love that guides my cleaver with such tenderness
A perfect strike to fix the horror on your face

The slaughter's mine, oh blood and guts are so divine
Primal and prime, each muscle ready up to dine
In the high, once and die, tasting kill, I'm the guy
That'll devour all of you in time

Oh, your heart, carved apart, work of art
My love, my knife, to carve out your life
So grab a plate, have a taste, check a mate, one, two, three
I'm still preying on a butcher's vein

Just snap the sinew, I want to get within you
I want to not forgive you, rigor mortis mold and melt you
But dear, you should be grateful that I won't waste a good meal at all
My love's precision calls for a cut to simply die for!

Just snap the sinew, I want to get within you
I want to just gore the tissue, put a fire and rectify you
I need to be your idol, I'm the ice deep and final
Upon the fork and knife, I rip and hesitate to take a bite

The slaughter's on, I'd love to see you come undone
Unsatisfied until I've got you played alive
So grab a plate, have a taste, check a mate, one, two, three
I'm still preying on a butcher's vein

And now the slaughter's mine, my darling, get under the knife
Your broken pride, a cut so perfect, in its prime
All that I see, 63, wait a lot seems waiting
Now I'll be waiting so impatiently

Oh, your heart, carved apart, work of art
My love, my knife, to carve out your life
So grab a plate, have a taste, check a mate, one, two, three
I'm still preying on a butcher's vein!