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Butcher Vanity
Paul Owen Music
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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 'til 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
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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?
Oh, 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, ๆๅญๅจ
Tasting ่กๆทๆท็็ฑ
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
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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've got you flayed alive
So grab a plate, have a taste
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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, 63
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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
่ฟๅฃๅณ่ฎฉๆ้ถ้
I'm still preying on a butcher's vein
Still praying, hopeless, and in vain
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