A darkened room re-opening at the stroke of twelve   Grim cascades of light construct a blurry image   The fridge-cage opens serving a putrid stiff   Rusted will serve up the casual plat du jour      Heat up the stove, my banquet commence   Amputate limbs, Delicatesse in extremis   There is no taste, like human rosbeef, haute-cuisine      Savouring every chunk that slides down the esophague   Feasting on man I survive reluctant and digestive      Sanguine, my culinary addiction   Just doing my part in depopulation      Another day, another night to rob the morgue   Retrieving chunks to stew what i adore   Exhuming chunks to flavour the casserole   I'm the grand chef brewfing a new brand of food      Feasting in man I survive, reluctant, and digstive   Your relatives, I shove down my throat   Feeding of hate, preying on man, cannibalism with a cause      [Lead: Jacob]   [Lead: Bart]   [Lead: Jacob]   [Lead: Thjis]      Little lumps of meat - Adoring the flesh I eat   The dead no longer alone - In my belly to serve a better cause