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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