Murder For Breakfast

I woke up today hungry for something new
She wants to leave but I made her stay
There is something I need to do
Controlled by the voices inside my head
My hands have their own will
Making my daily bread
I didn’t tell her it was part of the deal
That she would wind up as her own last meal
Murder for breakfast
Murder for lunch
Murder for dinner
Oh yeah and murder for brunch
After a nap I wanted more
So I called up an old flame of mine
Shortly after she knocked on my door
I welcomed her with a glass of bloodred wine
She was tempting, delicious oh so sweet
My appetite grew by the sight
Of such prime meat
I asked her to take off her skirt
But didn’t tell her she was the dessert