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    O a souvenir of healing    What 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    What 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 honorv Honor       Fall into the arms    OF a souvenir of healing    What a weak feeder, oh oh oh       I’m in disguise,    At this feast of ours