I'm a taste test, at the beast fest,   Got your crest on my breast   Take one look at your cook   Feed yourself, I'm on a hook      (At this feast of ours)      The feast taste, you could say   Paints my taste on his face   (I'm in disguise, at this feast of ours, hours of devours)      Fall into the arms   Of a souvenir of healing   What a weak feeder, oh oh oh      Fall into the arms   Of a souvenir of healing   What a weak feeder, oh oh oh      I'm a harm healer   Such a weak feeder   What a gut teaser on a hook   I'm on a hook, I'm on a hook   Smell that cook   No more ditch dealer   I'm your dream digger      At this feast of ours,   I'm the beast of honor, Honor      Fall into the arms   Of a souvenir of healing   What a weak feeder, oh oh oh      I'm in disguise,   At this feast of ours