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

The feast taste, you could say
Paints my taste on his face
(I m in disguise, at this feast of ours, hours of devours)

Fall into the arms
O a souvenir of healing
What a weak feeder, oh oh oh

Fall into the arms
OF a souvenir of healing
What a weak feeder, oh oh oh

I m a harm healer
Such a weak feeder
What a gut teaser on a hook
I m on a hook, I'm on a hook
Smell that cook
No more ditch dealer
I m your dream digger

At this feast of ours,
I m the beast of honorv Honor

Fall into the arms
OF a souvenir of healing
What a weak feeder, oh oh oh

I m in disguise,
At this feast of ours