Spitfire - Meat Maker lyrics

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The dull thud of packing meat. It's my bare fist beating meat. I'm a meat eater and meat is me. I'm a meat eater bearing recoiled red teeth. With veneer forget-me-knots. I'll always be a part of you. With born again birth rite. Our baptismal names we lose. A soul's exit from a food source is quick, painless, and without force. I'll pick up the scent; i'll ride the rail. And it's easy hunting along blood trail. It skinned my life. It saved my hide. It drained my fluids. And carved out my insides (Thanks to hard_dude for these lyrics)