to confide in a carnivore is to marinate your thighs

The sweetest moment is the unmasking
and in a few i'll be surely basking
in your secrets
your songs
your pockmarks and wrongs
that make you
the prey of anyone who comes to play
i'll be your butcher, baby
under lord bacchus's shrine
and when it comes to milking the heart
ill be glad to start
the joy is mine, too
to wine you and dine you
or maybe just wine you
cause it fits like a glove
for the wolf to play dove
i've got a few eyes to keep on just you
i'll be your butcher baby
in the sea of schnapps
and i'll have an engine mind
when it comes time to dance
aren't you just the lucky one
i guess you are
for there's no use in speaking truth
when you've got a solid story like mine
i care about all the songs you like
and how you learned to ride the bike
it's all the meatiest food to get to you
i bet the others never came out this clean
but you know i mean its so easy to make you scream

Now show me the goods girl my rocks are too heavy to keep on
and maybe ill remember you in the morning