Fork and Knife
The biological ones who made me grow
Laughed and spat on my face for pleasure
The ones who loved me aren´t here anymore
Rusting stupid names to fill their leisure
Psychedelic maybe is what I am becoming
Blood influences were so strong on my childhood
In my veins remains the scars of this pastime
Poisoning the new blood of this pulsing valve
Asking for help, my soul doesn´t assist
And I felt again like a vegetable
Ready to be served on this table, they insist
The buffet of the starving ones
Trying to posses my tissues
Your cannibal way of life
Treating me like your issues
Your fork and your knife
You will feel the taste of my bone
Gnaw it all, you wanna fatten
You´ll feel the haste of your wrong
Run away, I´ll make you mad