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