Beast Of Honor - 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 
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