Lyrics:

I'm a tast test, at the beast fest, Got your crest on my breast Take one look at your cook Feed yourself, Im 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 OF a souvenir of healing Whate a weak feeder, oh oh oh Fall into the arms OF a souvenir of healing Whate a weak feeder, oh oh oh I'm a harm healer Such a weak feeder Wwhat a gut teaser on a hook I'm on a hook, Im 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 Whate a weak feeder, oh oh oh I'm in disguise, At this feast of ours