Carnem (Live)

She just found a little Piece of a coked-out Jesus She just fell into a Den of slobbering sleazes Screaming "What can we Get out of you?" She just had an epiphany She just had a miscarriage The Oracle was wrong He sang the same old song The flames rose up above Consuming them in tedium Every moving thing shall be for you to eat Every moving creature shall be your meat What are we but animals? What are we but brutal beasts? What are we but cannibals? What are we but our own feasts? Flesh and blood, bread and wine This heathen's flesh tastes so divine He drew her in with his pheromones She lulled him in with her siren-song enchantments Kept him with a pit-bull grip of opiates She introduced him to her daily bread And then she went She went and died in his bed She went and got her revenge She went and died in his bed Just count up to ten 'Til you flat-line again She went and got her revenge She went and died in his bed Just count down from ten 'Til you flat-line again La-la La La La La La-la La La La La