Woorden: Auf Der Maur. Beast Of Honor.

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
I'm borne on your back

The feast tastes
You could say
Paints my taste on his face

I've no disguise at this feast of ours
Ours, devour

Fall into the arms of a souvenir of healing
What do we feel, oh oh oh
Fall into the arms of a souvenir of healing
What do we feel, oh oh oh

I am a harm healer
such a weak feeder
What a gut teaser on a hook
I'm on a hook yeah, I'm on a hook
Smell that cook, uhuh

No more, ditch dealer
I'm your
Dream digger

At this feast of ours
I'm the beast of honor
Honor

Fall into the arms of a souvenir of healing
What do we feel, oh oh oh
Fall into the arms of a souvenir of healing
What do we feel, oh oh oh

Fall into the arms of a souvenir of healing
What do we feel, oh oh oh
Fall into the arms of a souvenir of healing
What do we feel, oh oh oh

Oh, oh, oh

At this feast of ours, ours