
Date of issue: 04.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Friendly Fire Distro
Song language: English
The Local Flavour |
Fashioned from flesh, an infinite source of meats, |
My children flock, to this familiar feast, |
never suspecting, their love for me is blinding, |
to them a saint, the doting hand that feeds, |
but history will mark me as a beast, |
Hiding my true nature, whilst amongst the sheep, |
like lambs to slaughter upon them I will feast, |
watching the lost wander, without direction, |
I bless them with purpose, to be my sustenance |
In my kitchen countless victims, I dine upon them, and dredge their shame |
carving the flesh from their bones so tenderly |
I have mastered the art of butchery, |
all my victims, selected carefully, |
I document them and then preserve their organs, |
I claim the best, the finest cuts for me, |
I stew the rest, and feed it to the pure |
never think to question, the source of this treat, |
unwitting communion, of this divine cuisine |
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