Feed The Wolves — Withering Surface

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