Meat Maker Songtext
von Spitfire

The dull thud of packing meat.
It′s my bare fist beating meat.
I'm a meat eater and meat is me.
I′m a meat eater bearing recoiled red teeth.
With veneer forget-me-knots.
I'll always be a part of you.
With born again birth rite.
Our baptismal names we lose. A soul's exit from a food source is quick, painless, and without force.
I′ll pick up the scent; i′ll ride the rail.
And it's easy hunting along blood trail.
It skinned my life.
It saved my hide.
It drained my fluids.
And carved out my insides