Butcher Vanity

They say my hunger's a problem
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 wanna slit your throat and eat ‘till 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
这口味让我陶醉
I'm still preying on a butcher’s vein

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

Why would I desecrate a carcass?
Why let the offal go to 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 viscera divine
Preserved and primed
Each muscle divvied up to dine

And in the high, 我存在
Tasting 血淋淋的爱
I’ll devour all of you in time

Oh, your heart
Aortic work of art
My love, my knife
To carve it out, your life

So grab a plate, have a taste
这口味让我陶醉
I'm still preying on a butcher’s vein

To snap the sinew, I want
To get within you, I want
To not forgive you
Rigor mortis, mold and mildew
But dear, you should be grateful
That I won’t waste a good meal
That all my love’s precision
Carves a cut to simply die for

To snap the sinew, I want
To get within you, I want
To scar the tissue
Butterfly and rectify you
I need to be your afterlife
Eucharist, I deify
God, oh, fuck the fork and knife
I’ll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

The slaughter's on
I’d love to see you come undone
Unsatisfied
Until I see you flayed alive

So grab a plate, have a taste
这口味让我陶醉
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, sixty-three degrees
为让我心醉的你
I'll be waiting, so impatiently

(Oh, your heart
Aortic work of art
My love, my knife
To carve it out, your life)

So grab a plate, have a taste
这口味让我陶醉
I'm still preying on a butcher’s vein

Still praying, hopeless and in vain