Lyrics
you feed upon the meat of the weak
you don t see the fear
and the full freezers of the bloody steak house
and the full freezers of the bloody steak house
You don t see the blood, civilized citizens gather round the table
carnivores congregate to partake in
the needs of the strong
Can t be to make you fat, you don t see the blood
Oceans of blood, flashing in their eyes, oceans of blood
You don t see the fear, knowing this
You don t see the bolt, oceans of blood
You don t hear their cries, the needs of the strong
and the full freezers of the bloody steak house
The meek must die to stock your fridge, their purpose in life, flashing in their eyes
They laugh as they sharpen their knives, they laugh as they sharpen their knives
can t be to make you fat
The meek must die to stock your fridge, the needs of the strong Rotten, the needs of the strong
Feasting on the flesh, you don t see the fear Imbeciles, the meek must die to stock you fridge
can t be to make you fat
Offered to a blood-thirsty god, let in guild and fear
The sacrificial lamb, i m sure we should honor Rotten, you don t smell the death
the meek must die to stock you fridge
Flashing in their eyes, you feed upon the meat of the weak
The meek must die to stock your fridge, oceans of blood
You feed upon the meat of the weak, the weak must die to satisfy Dead, ready for the sacrifice
You don t see the bolt, you feed upon the meat of the weak
You don t hear their cries, ready for the sacrifice
Ready for the sacrifice, flashing in their eyes, flashing in their eyes
All of your sins, feasting on the flesh
The needs of the strong, they laugh as they sharpen their knives
you feed upon the meat of the weak
can t be to make you fat
We ve got to stop thinking like that, you feed upon the meat of the weak
you don t smell the death
The needs of the strong, ready for the sacrifice
And the full freezers of the bloody steak house, you don t see the fear, the meek must die to stock your fridge
You feed upon the meat of the weak, their purpose in life
the needs of the strong
and the full freezers of the bloody steak house
The needs of the strong, i m sure we should honor Dirty, have been paid for in prayer
can t be to make you fat
Their purpose in life, all of your sins, going through their brain
You don t hear their cries, their purpose in life Dirty, it s party time and something has to die
Flashing in their eyes, can t be to make you fat
You don t hear their cries, we ve got to stop thinking like that
You don t see the bolt, you don t see the bolt
it s party time and something has to die
You don t hear their cries, you don t see the pain Meat, flashing in their eyes