Fleshless lyrics
Fleshless lyrics
"Culture Meat Lyrics"
When A Man Needs A Woman Lyrics
You know it makes you nervous When you wait for you boy You wait nine months for a bundle of joy There's a
You know it makes you nervous When you wait for you boy You wait nine months for a bundle of joy There's a
Carnivorous parallels
We forge the next links
In our food chain
Of wild individualities
Rapacious, destructive
Will arise...
Dissolving in bottomless misery
Of our primitive instincts
Everything inhuman, bestial
Summer Of Love Lyrics
Summer of love Summer of love I've been waiting for the man Just buzzin' around Downtown
stimulates
That frenzy need to devour
Cult of flesh
To be feed
Cult of flesh
Culture meat
We want to feel that taste of blood
Of fresh pulsating tissue ambrosia
Gorebath is our horrendous salvation
There's no life
Your weakness is source of our power
Your motionless bodies are to consume
We are like scavenger demons with need to slay
We are your carnivorous nightmare
You are as exquisite titbits
Well served for our necromantic feas
No seasoning with culinary magic art is needed
Your warm somatic fluids are quite enough
Carnivorous parallels
We forge the next links
In our food chain
Of wild individualities
Rapacious, destructive
Arise now...
Summer of love Summer of love I've been waiting for the man Just buzzin' around Downtown
stimulates
That frenzy need to devour
Cult of flesh
To be feed
Cult of flesh
Culture meat
We want to feel that taste of blood
Of fresh pulsating tissue ambrosia
Gorebath is our horrendous salvation
There's no life
My One Thing That's Real Lyrics
I hope you feel The same way I feel My one thing that's real And I pray your mine To the end of time
without killI hope you feel The same way I feel My one thing that's real And I pray your mine To the end of time
Your weakness is source of our power
Your motionless bodies are to consume
We are like scavenger demons with need to slay
We are your carnivorous nightmare
You are as exquisite titbits
Well served for our necromantic feas
I Get A Kick Out Of You Lyrics
Writer Cole Porter I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at'all So tell me
tWriter Cole Porter I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at'all So tell me
No seasoning with culinary magic art is needed
Your warm somatic fluids are quite enough
Carnivorous parallels
We forge the next links
In our food chain
Of wild individualities
Rapacious, destructive
Arise now...