Monster meat
Monster meat
Nothing more than monster meat
That's what we are
A demons treat
Living in the city, stone beneath my feet
No where to hide from life
Tightrope walking on the edge of a knife
Monster meat
That's what we are
A demons treat
Blank keyboard just control alt delete
Unbroken legs and no where to run
We are the bullets living in the gun
Monster meat
That's how I feel
A demons treat
Plastic sticks and no drum to beat.
It seems the only way to win is to fail.
Just a bunch of empty souls for sale.
Monster meat
That's what we are.
A demons treat
Survived another day, thats quite a feat
Chewed up or swallowed whole
There is no pleasant way to go.
Monster meat
That's how I feel.
Monster meat
Yeah that's all we are.
Just meat for the monster.
A demons treat.
Monster meat.
That's what we are
Nothing more than...
Monster meat
Yep monster meat
That's what I am
We are what matters the least
In time we all gotta feed the beast
Monster meat
Nothing more
Nothing less
than Monster meat
Copyright © Buddy Van Buren | Year Posted 2024
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