Melissa Auf Der Maur

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
OF a souvenir of healing
Whate a weak feeder, oh oh oh
Fall into the arms
Of a souvenir of healing
What a weak feeder, oh oh oh