Beast Of Honor - Melissa Auf der Maur

I’m a taste test, at the beast fest,

Got your crest on my breast

Take one look at your cook

Feed yourself, I’m 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

What 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, I’m 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 honor

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