All the silverware and dishes are poisoned We're having you over as guests Sit back and take it in slowly Cause humans have meat to So why don't we waste them This sharpened hatchet is eager for blood I'm so hungry, my mouth waters for you This blood lust has grown into a monster
I'm ready to let him loose I want to tear off your skin And soak my fingers in blood Tastes so good, puts me in the mood And when I'm all done I want to sew you together And make you my Personal doll