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

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

paooooo (The flavor's intoxicating)

I'm stilÌ 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, oeo (There I am)

Tasting ooooo (A dripping, bloody love)

I'll devour all of you in time

0h, your heart

Aortic work of art

My love, my knife

To carve it out, your life

So grab a plate, have a taste

paooeao (The flavor's intoxicating)

I'm stili 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 waste a good meal

That all my love's precision

Carves a cut to simply die for

[douyin "huh?" sound effect]

TO SNAP THE SINEW, I WANT