Feed the Wolves

A delicate course served well
From the menu I wouldn’t tell
As the intimate whispers dwell
And the grease flows
Now turn your back, please
Feed now, a blink, an inch of self esteem
Applause rounds off, within minutes you swoon
As you feed the wolves your eyes blitz of loss
As you feed the wolves I barely understand
The third course starts to smell
From the, emu it makes no sense
As you feed the wolves your eyes blitz of loss
As you feed the wolves I barely understand
As you feed the wolves I barely understand
Now you fed the woles and I scratch my feverish flesh
As the intimate whispers dwell
And the grease flows
Now turn your back, please
As the intimate whispers dwell
And the grease flows
Now turn your back, please
The last course infects me well
From the menu I now can tell