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-
Die, die, die-
To snap the sinew I want
To get within
With, with, with
I want to scar the tissue
Butterfly and rectify you
I need to be your afterlife
Eucharist, I deify
Oh God, God, God, God, God, God, God
Fuck the fork and kinife
I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite!

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?
Oh, why let the offal go to waste?
It's love that guide my cleaver with such tenderness
A perfect strike to fix the horror in your face!

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
这些味道令人陶醉
I'm still preying on the butcher's vein
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
我渴望的你
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
这些味道令人陶醉
I'm still preying on a butcher's vein