Intentional Misuse - Carnem (Live) Lyrics

She just found a little
Piece of a coked-out Jesus
She just fell into a
Den of slobbering sleazes
Screaming "What can we
Get out of you?"
She just had an epiphany
She just had a miscarriage

The Oracle was wrong
He sang the same old song
The flames rose up above
Consuming them in tedium

Every moving thing shall be for you to eat
Every moving creature shall be your meat

What are we but animals?
What are we but brutal beasts?
What are we but cannibals?
What are we but our own feasts?
Flesh and blood, bread and wine
This heathen's flesh tastes so divine

He drew her in with his pheromones
She lulled him in with her siren-song enchantments
Kept him with a pit-bull grip of opiates
She introduced him to her daily bread
And then she went
She went and died in his bed

She went and got her revenge
She went and died in his bed
Just count up to ten
'Til you flat-line again
She went and got her revenge
She went and died in his bed
Just count down from ten
'Til you flat-line again
La-la La La La La
La-la La La La La