Pleasure of Flesh by AntiPeeWee Lyrics

One man eats another - an instinct over ages
Born to be a carnivore - hold humans in gilden cages
The masticator won’t stand still - bones are cracking in the mill
The butcher’s knife made out of steel - i hunger for my meal

Whoa - the taste of blood
Whoa - the smell of guts
Whoa - your pain will last
'Till your heart is ripped out of your chest

My pleasure of flesh goes along with death
Take your final breath - my pleasure of flesh

Cooked liver for dinner
Flavored with your own tears
Bone marrow refines the soup
Snacks made out of ears
Your flesh makes me strong and lewd
My thoughts are set from brave to brute
Another victim - another kill
The masticator won’t stand still
Whoa - the taste of blood
Whoa - the smell of guts
Whoa - your pain will last
'Till your heart is ripped out of your fucking chest

Ah, fresh meat!!
Pleasure!!!

Whoa - the taste of blood
Whoa - the smell of guts
Whoa - your pain will last
'Till your heart is ripped out of your chest

My pleasure of flesh goes along with death
Take your final breath - my pleasure of flesh