Spitfire

The dull thud of packing meat.
Its my bare fist beating meat.
Im a meat eater and meat is me.
Im a meat eater bearing recoiled red teeth.
With veneer forget-me-knots.
Ill always be a part of you.
With born again birth rite.
Our baptismal names we lose.
A souls exit from a food source is quick, painless, and without force.
Ill pick up the scent; ill ride the rail.
And its easy hunting along blood trail.
It skinned my life.
It saved my hide.
It drained my fluids.
And carved out my insides
(Thanks to hard_dude for these lyrics)
[ Meat Maker Lyrics ]