Beast Of Honor — Melissa Auf Der Maur

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

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 Whate 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 Wwhat 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 Whate a weak feeder, oh oh oh

I'm in disguise, At this feast of ours