I'm What Their Eating

Well I'm done
Well I'm done
Turn off the gas and the flame
Because I'm ready to be served
Call the chef up here
And let him taste this

Stick a fork in this well cooked corpse
Get the waiter
Bring me to the table

I see what you did there
I see what seasonings you used
Cook
Cook
Cook
Cook on slow heat
I don't notice it
Burning through

Look at that fucking dressing
You're so proud of your goddamn meal
I should've notice the table was laid
I should've noticed the plates were empty

Look at these ravenous faces
They all want a piece of me
Hogtied and stuffed
And I'm ready to be cut

What's that?
You all look so horrified
What's that?
Now there feigning innocence
Despite the fact
That I am cooked
You all still taste the blood

And betrayal is the key
That unlocks The taste of
Bitterness

That's right you bastards
While I was marinating
While I was busy cooking
You forgot to stop me thinking
And I figured out your schemes

Put it on gas mark 5
For three more hours
I heard you telling
The way to cook me
The way to make sure I was tender
Tender

And though I've lost quite a few
Pounds of flesh
There's a joy in my head
From knowing
You could taste the knowledge
You know
At the last second
Yeah you know that I figured you all out