I'm a taste test At the beast fest Got your crest on my breast Take one look, at your cook Feed yourself, I'm on a hook
At this feast of ours I'm borne on your back
The feast tastes You could say Paints my taste on his face
I've no disguise at this feast of ours Ours, devour
Fall into the arms of a souvenir of healing What do we feel, oh oh oh Fall into the arms of a souvenir of healing What do we feel, oh oh oh
I am a harm healer such a weak feeder What a gut teaser on a hook I'm on a hook yeah, I'm on a hook Smell that cook, uhuh
No more, ditch dealer I'm your Dream digger
At this feast of ours I'm the beast of honor Honor
Fall into the arms of a souvenir of healing What do we feel, oh oh oh Fall into the arms of a souvenir of healing What do we feel, oh oh oh
Fall into the arms of a souvenir of healing What do we feel, oh oh oh Fall into the arms of a souvenir of healing What do we feel, oh oh oh
Oh, oh, oh
At this feast of ours, ours |
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