Free form lyrics about being betrayed and embarrassed. Being cooked is used as a metaphor. |
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 |