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Rated: 18+ · Lyrics · Tragedy · #1417140
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
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