[Lyric] Meat (Drip-Fed)

Suck, suck, suck ’til the bone is dry
After the gold inside it’s left hollow and wasted
To splinter for the dogs

Hoarse cough: bone in throat
A crying bitch at an empty bowl

I got some slop for that open mouth
So I’ll let you off leash for you to walk about
Dizzy and sick through this front yard town
Full of shit for you to spread around

The meat won’t dress with affection
I want the abjection
The meat won’t dress with affection
I want the abjection

Keep your peace meal
I’ll sing for my supper
A chorus for the starved
Save yourself like a calf inside a box
They say the meat tastеs better that way—but I don’t care
Lick thе salt off the chops for the stock
Nose up to self-serving stench, completely unaware
Hook and hang the meat to cure
But you won’t cure me
Stomach empty as your plate
Tongue heavy as smoked rings

The meat won’t dress with affection
I want the abjection
The meat won’t dress with affection
I want the abjection
The meat won’t dress with affection
I want the abjection
The meat won’t dress with affection
I want the abjection